Basking quietly, conversing idly with my coffee cup, as the steam slowly dissipates,
A crisp cigarette, perched upon the ashtray, slowly burning as it patiently awaits,
Twisting my pen around my fingers, pausing momentarily, holding the tip to my cheek,
Rummaging determinedly, exploring every possibility before capturing the phrase I seek,
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A refined poetic imagination, Jen S. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
You are the very best