black liquid in a white cup.
on a white saucer
black wood table
orange circular place mats left over from last night.
Rain outside, it is dim. A truck passes at six fifty six, it is the waste disposal people. One man at the back of the truck in an orange outfit, weather proof,
and the driver.
And at seven, they are gone.
The first sips from the white cup, bitter black
The son is absorbed with his computers again
The rain is dripping down outside, soaking the streets, the water gurgling down the gutters, rumbling in the fall pipes.
There has been a lot of rain, a thunderstorm in the night.
Summer storm in the night
and then the steady rain to follow.
Black coffee in a white cup on a white saucer.
And seventy years, two generations later, too many persons have forgotten the suffering, the indignity, everything, and take the same course again.
To read the news in the morning is not always a cheerful idea.
on a white saucer
black wood table
orange circular place mats left over from last night.
Rain outside, it is dim. A truck passes at six fifty six, it is the waste disposal people. One man at the back of the truck in an orange outfit, weather proof,
and the driver.
And at seven, they are gone.
The first sips from the white cup, bitter black
The son is absorbed with his computers again
The rain is dripping down outside, soaking the streets, the water gurgling down the gutters, rumbling in the fall pipes.
There has been a lot of rain, a thunderstorm in the night.
Summer storm in the night
and then the steady rain to follow.
Black coffee in a white cup on a white saucer.
And seventy years, two generations later, too many persons have forgotten the suffering, the indignity, everything, and take the same course again.
To read the news in the morning is not always a cheerful idea.
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