Half a cup of 20 second brewed tea
the rest poured through the sink
from my wide lipped enamel cup.
My allocated snooze-time the victor, overrunning this morning.
The lone seat left is a child’s naughty step
At the tram’s front facing the wall.
Flying passed crossed junctions with Warsan Shire, Frank O’Hara and Seamus in toe.
Today’s a steely blue
like those eyes that seem to just look right through you…
picking apart your thoughts before they leave your lips.
A cheeky wave to Amaal as I ascend
to the 1st floor where I see the little bees filing in.
Their heads bowed, hands concealed,
remnant of the tissue they forgot in the wash.
One thought on “Good Morning”
That tissue in the wash is a piece of a nasty memory lol