poetry and prose by stephen chute
Friday, March 28, 2025
the cup gone cold
caught
in a thought, at the sink,
stirring
what once
was a hot
cup of coffee, i think
of you.
i think long
and hard
about what took place,
so long ago,
before
this cup
and everything else
in the world
went cold.
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