Humming kettles. Furiously bubbling caffeine. Creaking cots whence escape hushed reminders of the night.Gushing faucets. Kitchens that erupt, sizzle, fume, fuss. Urgent voices. Cacophonies of the world outside. Beckoning gods. Beseeching wealth. Amidst it all, the silence of the breaking sky. Awakening of a different kind.
originally written for an online submission. sometime in 2009. one of my first prose poems.
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