Grounding

A lamp hanging over head
The overcast sky outside
The felt cap across the desk
A man in the seat aside across from me
The clock 9:19 an hour behind

Paper scrunching, crackling
Fans, the AC? humming
Keypresses tapping

The textured chiclet keyboard
On my wrist, smooth greenwood beads
Soft dry socks warm my feet

Coffee stale on my tongue

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Post Date
2022-11-11
Author
Molossus Spondee
Place
Downtown
Vancouver
Tag
2021

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