This afternoon the plink, plink, plink
of the persistent sleet pelted anything that stood still
My spring disposition led me to
black pumps with dress pants
no tights, no trouser socks
Walking into the kitchen tonight
I noticed first thing
the Keurig's stare
and I let it make eyes at me
on account of the
four hours mine
were
shut
last
night
and
that
they
are
barely
open
right
now
and that my toes are frozen
Tonight the drip, drip, drip
of its comforting brew is my pre-dinner lullaby
Write on,
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