i’m still
the dogs are circling
stalking cats eyes graze my perception
feeling monolithic
the well is running dry
workers are devouring the fruit
the clouds don’t have much more rain to give
no peace yet, is it close?
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electrically ground
Ecuadorian coffee
grown on fertile ground
black, cinnamon, steam
syrup sweetens the forlorn
another day, all mine
Thoughts and Musings 