A poem by Lillie George, Co-Director
They order lattes,
Sit in chairs near the windows,
And slip away from their surroundings in intimidating certainty.
In painful contrast,
My mind cascades like the neglected coffee
That drips down the side of my mug.
I am directionless,
As though the life I’ve built will tumble down
And by then
The well-dressed blonde to my left
Will have crafted a skyscraper.
I take another daring glance
Towards the window,
But this time
I notice the overbearing skyline
Towering above all of us.
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