The coffee dregs are cold
And the light has long gone out
Letter written on a napkin, stained
To explain what this is about
I write in the light of the waning moon
Giving a silver path on the street
I walk on out the diner's door
To go where the sun can reach
Author notes
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A contest entry
- P.I.F. 50 words or less - 8 hrs. by sheltered.
900 points, ended January 29, 7 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Hmm I like it, I like it a lot.
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i like this kind of imagery
very real
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