L'aura del Campo

Clouds in your coffee [176.50]

Clouds in your coffee

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Your unlocked door only opens
inward. Rugs are worn with your daily
pace from chair to kitchen garden
to bed. You drain your coffee cup,
pour another. As close to Kenya
as you've ever been: dark, unsweetened,
earthy. Clouds swirl in their reflection
between sips — You dream about
how life continues beyond these walls.
You watch deer pass at dawn and dusk,
hear flickers peck away at wood,
once a week waiting for a van
and a cheerful greeting from ...Amanda?
as she lets herself in. You look
at piles of mysteries, old guide books,
the newest from the bestseller's list.
You rest with a blanket covering
your empty lap. In the silence
since Simon was put to sleep you hear
the march of ant-troops, each rain-drop's
cry, the weeping of pines, the cedar's
sigh. In the morning you lift a sash
to let the day enter. Every night,
you notice how those blackberries
seem to be closing in.

© Kåre Enga (20.aprille.2019) [176.50]

Dew Drop Inn prompt: clouds

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