sitting inside this
big box
staring at what
appears to be coffee
still unsure
the streets of
the city are filled again
as if they
never left
staring out
these two holes
seeing out and
breathing in
still being
cautious
intersections
of souls and minds
patient with
days alone
the smoke
sucked across the room
as if drawn
into a vacuum
no one seems to
mind much
accidentally
ruining the coffee with an ash
mind painted a
masterpiece
all it took was
a smile…
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