A poem by Philip Myburgh

POEM: tea, coffee, toasted sandwiches

A poem by Philip Myburgh

BY PHILIP MYBURGH

these are all we have
there exist no other things
these exquisite interruptions

these suspensions
of the march, the trickle
the tik tok of time

these brief moments of balance
between this and that
between with and without

when everything and nothing matter
in equal measure
these exquisite interruptions

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