Poem: the sweetness

the sweetness

exquisitely aged buildings
host songbirds in their windows
from many hidden places they discuss last night’s downpour

I must remember that one
and a half spoonfuls
is the perfect amount
of sugar
for the warm black tea.

It feels more like dessert than breakfast
as I pull the blanket around my shoulders.

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ultimately

ultimately

 

there is nothing.

for all the deeds are written in carbon

and too will fade.

 

despair not.

they were never meant to stay.

– sonja kodimer