November Friday: the cold,
Clear possibility of a day.
Coffee in a clean, well-
Lighted place, reflecting
Hazily-remembered dreams
Of four a.m. and your eyes
Looking through me.
Clear possibility of a day.
Coffee in a clean, well-
Lighted place, reflecting
Hazily-remembered dreams
Of four a.m. and your eyes
Looking through me.
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