in the far-flung corner of a dream,
i see myself and
the way the sunlight swallows wayward tendrils
i look older than i’ve ever been,
but there is beauty in the way i hold my cup
so intrepidly
from my unearthly vantage point, i watch the steam spiral
upward, like a great staircase
and i wonder where it would take me
if i followed.
***Hello, world! I have been drowning in grading, duties, and exams, but I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t celebrate World Poetry Day, so here is my contribution to the cause!***
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