Waiting for the world to turn,
tree-by-tree.
I walked to the coffee cafe.
It claims….. ‘The Best Coffee’
A big claim in China.
A cat watched me across the road..
across our differences.
I thought the cat was familiar,
but I have been mistaken before.
Inside the coffee was good.
As the last rays of the day fell silent,
I listened to Fela Kuti.. “Opposite People”.
From another world, a soothing flatness hung from a distant shore.
On the winter horizon, I saw the cat again.
Death in his pocket and swaying to the afrobeat…. another body count.
It was time to go home.
Silence is also an answer… I thought.
Such a beautiful piece, start to finish. I especially the reference to aging in the opening lines. We can count our years with the turning of those trees. Glad the coffee was good.
Such a beautiful piece, start to finish. I especially the reference to aging in the opening lines. We can count our years with the turning of those trees. Glad the coffee was good.
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