afternoon [poetry]

Sitting curled in our own corner

Of a gray newspaper

Words unspoken over our heads,

Over our lips

Fingers press the sides

Of cups

And pull them closer

I could fall into that little world

Swirl in his thoughts,

Settle down inside his heart

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