The morning persists and weaves it's way around
my coffee cups and tired heart,
even as thunder raged and electricity ripped
the darkness of a coastal town
into rain and ice from above,
my smoke rings made their slow & sneaky evacuation
through a soaked screen and I watched them dissipate
like everything does and will,
another bolt and battering of hail,
through the storm
my mind persists, I persist
and soon this second cup is empty, too.
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