Coffee Ballad #4

scents of soft music
linger
in the rift between words —
in your silent, private
ponder
the weight of your thoughts
shifting the air, drowning
in the gravity
of coffee much too dark
and I can't help but notice
that the room is folding
around you
in an anxious envelope

16 November 2003, Sunday, 9:59 PM

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