The hour rests

The hour rests with
light and then dark,
sometimes reversed,
in blackened eyes.

A hiss of steam wakes
as the air warms,
Struggling for the time
found in the beans’ hearts.

The hour rests with
dark and then light
on the backs of the
thoughts that slow.

the hour rests

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