oolong cools

the days seem long
though living

while the children
play leap frog
and the oolong cools
to the warmth of your lips
as I remember them

plots against its own containment
with every

(breath)

thing forgotten


After yesterday’s crude and infantile rant
about things that don’t matter,
I felt I owed you a poem.

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