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I’m Taking My Break
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The haunting rises from
The coffee cup
When the liquid’s hot
Enough,
Aided by the air
That might be just-right cool
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A spell upon the world
Not cast by anyone
Not by un-sentient machines
Or by any eldritch
Part
Of us
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Like morning fog
There’s beauty in the vagueness
Indefinition
Wonder, too, as we look
Through
To the same as ever
And it’s not the same
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C L Couch
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Photo by Ayaneshu Bhardwaj on Unsplash
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Ascendant
(believe it or not, for J K Rowling)
Suddenly the steam from
The coffee rises in an eldritch way
Because the cup is now a cauldron and
The liquid is the matter of a
Spell,
Not the dangerous kind
The easy, adolescent kind that only
Causes sit-com harm,
The kind that must be resolved in
A half-hour
And hadn’t hurt that much, to begin with
But rain is coming on
Humidity is high
There is wind high in the trees
The branches dance to universal motion
And I wonder who
Casts such a summer day
As this
C L Couch
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