Pre Coffee

Pre Coffee

An illusory palette
crops the arc of treetops
outside my bedroom
window this morning.

All skywards and yonder
bound in its curved
trajectory, reaching it’s
blunt apex before slowly

dipping low like a dab hand
limbo dancer en route to
the stone latticework below,
where Saturday morning

shoppers dodge the crisp
billows of wheezing chill;
fossicking ad lib for their
own weightless pots of gold.

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