Sensory Spill?

*from a poetry exercise during Monday night's writers' group  

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corner made of

blood red walls

splashed with light

Illuminated photos

in white and black

of coffee mugs

Red, brown

 

book store

coffee shop strangers

quiet and thoughtful

loud and talkative

whisper soft and

resonate loudly

see me hear me!

don’t look at me!

 

sounds of Russian

in the distance?

near the magazines

short man bearded

brown and scraggly

‘neath a black knit cap

 

 

overhead in neon

the café sign

a coffee cup

orange and white

will it spill

hot coffee out

over magazines

and patrons

how to say

a Russian ouch!?