between us is
a fence
a set of painted
iron grills
we greet each other
today
a formal good morning
i sit on a garden
chair
sipping coffee
and you on the other
side is
having a booze
of your life
a mixed concoction
of gin, lemon,
rum, (i do not mind
what you are
saying)
again i am engrossed
inside an
idea
which is a little bit
vague
last night.
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