This Is One Way (Poem)

the thickening fug of uncertain outcomes

the digital unsteadiness of everyday life

outside the window a bird arcs

dirty feathered wings against the gray grimed sky

a woman sits reading in the rooftop garden

the pages of the book stark white amidst the buildings

I walk down the street for a cup of tea

from a shop where they know my name

our brief greeting warms the weak morning sun

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