Monday, February 23, 2015

A Pinch of Saffron

There is a moment 
Hiding between the opening of his door
At six forty five in the morning and 
The opening of his eyes and mouth
Less than a minute further on
That feels a lot like 
Opening that nearly empty 
Yet newly purchased glass jar of saffron and
Adding a pinch To some carefully coalesced combination of
Spices and
With no promise of 
Anything yet to come

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