WHITE JASMINE


Scent of white
Jasmine mingled
With burning turf

Taste of arabica
Coffee ground brown
Toast

Sounds of the house
Stretching awake

The creak
Of beaking day

Damp hiss of wood
On fire kindle
Crackling

Repressed flame leaping
Into life

The uncertainty of wounds
Not healed finds expression

Blended ecstasy
Of agony and hope

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