JOE TO GO?
I watch the girl with her table rag
spinning; her name is Emily again.
This early morning darkness, still
voracious at but 6am, makes me
swoon delicious thoughts. I want
to wake the morning more than
this mere coffee can ever do.
We learn to speak in these
small hours : before the
really rampant crowds
begin. Before the light
that changes brings
a hundred more
across the
curb.
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