Composing On The Way Down
Ah, the wind in my sails,
as if it was the wind and not
the rush of air as the earth
draws closer…
preciousness of the moment
heightened by the knowledge
of its brevity…
“Good morning, Dear.“
“Read the letter in front of you.”
“Can I have coffee first?
I think I’ll have that Chesterfield now.”
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