A poem by Fritzielyn

27 Jul

pretsi:

Coffee,
not tea;
sugar, cream,
and extra cream
— warm, never

cold:
the old,
older
thoughts
turn
into the 
(c)oldest of memories

                                         (unfailing
                                                  …collapsing;
                                           senile, kept:                                      ours,
                                                                                                
                                           

remembered) 

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