Day 9: write a ‘help’ poem (see link)
in a tea-leaf
face ground into a porcelain cup,
scratched
jazz bouncing beneath a dusty needle,
interpretative
dancers aglitter under a disco ball,
a sodden
lottery ticket grasped in a warm pocket,
strangers
sharing jokes at an iced-up bus stop,
a message
and smiley sat waiting on a dating app,
the purr
of a cat as it noses you awake.
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