Five

If not for black coffee,
for perk and boil,
for morning,
breath the color of guilt,
for long days,
and few words,
I might stay
in this glance,
sun spill and griddle,
five
more minutes
before rush
and blister, before
their small voices
enter the room.

-dce

lifeandwrite

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