lunch break

holding my tin coffee cup in the pouring rain
the winter rain diluting the blackness
giddy with Impossible Shapes
in my ears
back to the job of memorizing
the river outside the window
it is open and fluid
black and lippy
when all else is white and frozen
the only trees
I can see are the white nude birch
the brown melds into rain and river

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