The Day After

I woke up. Why not?
The coffee dripped
In my smiling cup
Birds had a fight
On my windowsill
I missed those who died
Overnight in Sierra Leone
Also in Geneva and Kathmandu
But here, at least here
The air conditioner hummed
Content with its lot

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One response to “The Day After

  • Olive Tree

    I remember reading this on my email through the email subscription and thinking that I like it. You captured a sense of comfort and peaceful of our world away from the chaos of this world, but at the same time, I sensed an irony too there. We sure live in a secluded life sometimes, don’t we? Great job.

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