Coffee smudges

Coffee smudges of my old cups
Pile on a table one on another,

As impressions of spent nights
Their old erased in part by new.

Dog’s bark grows at the center.
A night’s silence ticks on body.

Coffee circles pile one on other.
Their poems grow from nights.

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