under the leaves of rust
sat burnished time

there are no coffee cups
although I like their feel
smooth and solid
radiating warmth to my cupped palm

it is always paper to my waiting lips

the smallest ones are the most confused
do they rush to grow
or seep in chimera
they can program the DVR
either way

i like Christmas
she says
the fancy of global generosity

i leave the package there
and promising

December 2012
Julie Ayers


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