Tumgik
theexistentialbean · 3 years
Text
Your 7 a.m. cigar cloud
lingered a second too long
Scents of too eager
Cedar
cognac—
Your hands
entwined on
the small of
your back
Hauling your telescope
Searching the expanse
There must be reprieve
and even a reason
for you to watch the world,
hazy and proud,
through your 7 a.m.
cigar cloud.
-dara siegel
@theexistentialbean
1 note · View note