The colour of petals

​Today is the beginning
of the poets work.
Afterall, the truth
can never be taken
from another.
So, I put down a cup
of rough coffee.
And the watch the magpies
cross the crowded sky.
This frees my mind.
To see the spider
weave it’s web.
Always knowing what to do.


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