his eyes
refuse to leave me -
they're the color of the mud
i track into my room,
staining the carpet,
but they're also the color of
a warm cup of coffee,
a welcome reprieve from
the blizzard outside.
YOU ARE READING
• one more cup of coffee •
Poetry{ if peace is what i'm after, i'm going nowhere fast } ~ rusty clanton ; one more cup of coffee 9/21/17 - #75 in poetry
