Down

~ Kelly K Green

I told her to get off the countertop
& she did that thing with her nose
That little crinkle
Only happens behind the rim of a cup

What happens next? she asked

Nothing I replied,

Pouring my own cup

& leaving still life be –

Keys collected from the dish, life moves on.

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