Tips of fingers touch
While reaching for my coffee.
I jerk and it drops.
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Kari McLeese
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The Portrait of Matteo
Seventeen-year-old Manny got off a public bus at a busy intersection in downtown Philadelphia. When the bus released its brakes and passed his narrow view, he checked whether the art museum across the street was still there. He had been visiting it every day that week but wondered for a second the veracity of its presence. Now, the spring sun betrayed its gray highlights, giving it a warm glow.
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Comments (4)
Relatable!! 😅
worst thing ever! love this! you have a new subscriber!
Great haiku! Poor coffee!
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