A swirl of amaretto
Revolves in my coffee
Like a galaxy -
Shimmering and slow.
All is quiet except
The little walnut clock.
Between each tick and tock
Is a protracted moment.
Upon the wooden floor
Only starlight shines -
Wrought by the blinds
In shades of azure -
In lines thin and long.
Morning interrupts.
My husband rises up -
The peace is gone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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