Gringo : TJ Poemas


chill grey clouds morning barely
nine and the town in jackets

sidewalks scatter ways to work
breakfast restaurants shelter food

coffee steams for a moment
and then it's gone

to melt the springtime sun

or it would if only clouds
might pass away

from chilly coast town

where even stoplights shiver
waiting for unborn summer

and its kiss to come
tomorrow not today

TJ Poemas


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