Awake and Dreaming

The twins in the teak cottage
amid the ferns

they work
side by side.

And I
on a tree lined balcony
the city spread out beneath
with the white Persian cat weaving between my ankles.

The coffee is hot
and the cinnamon still swirling.

I am looking off into the clouds
and feel the mist
from the leaves
from the depths
from the forest floor
so far away
so far away

the newspapers will arrive
and I will have some such thing
want to read to me about how the day was done
I already know
because I wrote it.

in the octtage,
the walls speak.

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