a pale payne's grey
sheet ends the day
callebotte’s way

memories strewn upon
yesterday's dawn
on water-colored lawns

thin crust and thick
cries of the sick
flow as a crick

the coffee's cacophony
forgotten in the lee
gibbous moon naps on seas

word, infortune, slips
from muttering lips
scuttling skips

— rlbusséll   © 2016

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