break/52

by poems & doodles

sunlight spills through
the kitchen window,
diffused by the swaying
panels of sheers
listlessly hung
like a
young branch, snapped
too soon –
weak from the
the weight of spring snow.

steam billows
from the surface of
a coffee cup whose rim
is untouched
and the smear of raspberry
jam glistens,
seeds suspended
like jewels,
kept
like secrets.

and here,
the light is just right —
transforming into
gold tipped dust, landing
on the viscid of
melted ruby.

no one knows why
she left the breakfast table
set.

and no one knows
quite how
she hung
like those sheers:
listless,
untouched,
transforming the light
to dust.

***

2/30 Poem Every Day

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