Chip from the Mosaic of the Day
Dust beaten from a
moth’s wing
The tinker of the cat’s bell on her bowl
A loose hair floating on the eye’s lake
The awakening stir of freeze-dried coffee
The grunt and growl of traffic in the road
The calm of an empty house that needs cleaning
The tick of a clock off by four minutes
A sigh breathed as morning—
Moves into afternoon
Harris Coverley
Harris Coverley is a Rhysling-nominated poet, with verse most recently accepted for Star*Line, Spectral Realms, New Reader Magazine, Abandoned Library Press, Clover & White, and The Oddville Press, amongst others. He lives in Manchester, England.
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What a treat to behold. Well-written and worldly.
ReplyDeleteRespect the word placement. Good art in a publication I am earmarking for future reading.
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