Time Of Day Poem by Randy Resh

Time Of Day



i smell the coffee

with you
my fifth mourning

but this time
i sweeten

maple syrup to
blackest crude acid i

open the windows
draw a blind

leave
the door unlocked

that much easier
with practice over time




Randy Resh 2012-15

Thursday, September 13, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: love and pain
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Randy Resh

Randy Resh

Toronto, Canada
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