Poem 413 – 07:00

A whistling cloud of steam
Emanates from the kettle
Preparing the morning brew
While from the shower hot steam
Cleanses the tea-drinker’s fetid frame
Before they face the world again
And in the street as people rush
To chain themselves to the desks they love
Lively steam rises from the sorry and chill lips.

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  1. Pingback: Poem 431 – Sunset at Heathrow | The Hapless Neo-Romantic

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