Down To Dregs – A Poem By Carol J Forrester

I find enough dregs in this coffee cupto stay past closing,beyond the last click of the latch catchingand the solid drone of the dishwasher endingthe soft clink, clink, clink of glasses settlingback into their neat, tidy shelves. We listen to the distant dissonant clamourof other lingering loiterers,drifting through honeyed darkness,a slow breath seepingout, out, out,like […]

Down To Dregs – A Poem By Carol J Forrester

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