incidental coffee

light effused
itself
through the
canopy
in unnecessary
bars of yellow
a grid
filled
with pollen
lazily suspended
in an
absence of air

briefly i
considered myself
a cat burglar
in eighteen eighties
paris
seeking to escape
with mona lisa
packed securely
on my back
a lackluster
ballerina
pirouetting through
a bastardized
war zone
slippers
tinkling across
broken glass

reality
rubber bands
back into focus
where it is
just a fool
lost
in the minutiae
hidden between
thoughts
standing
perfectly still
alone
at the window
wishing the coffee
held
a hint of
you

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