Coffee Sleeve Stories


By Cheri Germain

something poetic about the flurry of 

leaves that rain down on me 

floating on the cold breeze that nearly 

takes me off my feet 

if i could be whisked away like that 

floating fragile on violent currents 

freezing rain like slaps to the face 

or maybe just a cold caress 

walk backwards down the street 

if i face away maybe time will follow my 

feet and tread backwards 

but it is not the direction you face but the 

direction you go 

turned away blindly 

moving forward obliviously into oblivion 


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