when the coffee is weak
Lisa Alden and the rhododendron is taller than the gutter and it throws off all its blooms and they litter the path and there is no path any person can discern the stray cat chases the gray cat and the squirrel chases the other squirrel and the word scamper comes to mind until the fight pierces the thought and we want to see and we want to turn away from and the pills are somewhere and the pills are someone else’s and the pills have not been touched and the pills wait and the pills expire and a single petal lands on the doormat and the doormat doesn’t mind and the mail carrier puts the envelopes through the slot and drops the september issue on the doormat on the petal drops the september issue on the promise becomes the promise when the coffee is weak and we need a new promise and we need it not to be broken |
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