tip tap typing by a window and
there’s frost on the glass,
cold coffee in a cup, latte and latkes
with grease on the rim and the plate
and tomorrow there will be paté and champagne
and so many people with names
a fire in the place for invitation only retreats
and wind whistling, moaning in the tight dark space,
the chimney sucking smoke and ash up and up
out into the night sky to reflect the light of passing planes
Ashley Fiona Dean has been writing and publishing poetry for more than a decade. She has lived and worked in many places across the USA and UK, informing her writing as a reflection of changing both self and location. When not writing or traveling, Fiona weaves and creates pottery, as well as working a day job to fund her creative endeavors.
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