Beyond the Coffee Mug on the Window Sill
We pretended that there was no world outside,
Hid away with small-talk and
blissful smiles
You know,
That's the thing about the city
it's selfish and it's overflowing
Out of small
apartment buildings,
They sleep or argue all night
only to have overslept a second
too long
But on those infinite days when
the sun decides to peek through ...
Shine through the scatter of
buildings and bustle of
humans -- too important to
acknowledge anything
beyond the rotation of their
world -- This city, my city,
can be kind.
Hid away with small-talk and
blissful smiles
You know,
That's the thing about the city
it's selfish and it's overflowing
Out of small
apartment buildings,
They sleep or argue all night
only to have overslept a second
too long
But on those infinite days when
the sun decides to peek through ...
Shine through the scatter of
buildings and bustle of
humans -- too important to
acknowledge anything
beyond the rotation of their
world -- This city, my city,
can be kind.
“Beyond a Coffee Mug on a Window Sill” has been published in Forum Literary Magazine | 2017 Edition