poetry of jesse wiles

morning cafe

i love morning cafe ambient chatter lesser heard whimsy song and a bustle of ship people at sundry pace humor fashion

low sun rising casts the glare off polished table and floor wearing a unispace of suspended particulate in alter gloam

lonely and alone this corner sniper perch held for a breath in an atmosphere whisked away to the not note of consequence and noon and after

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