No,
This smile is not for you,
I'm not looking your way.

I am observing
the pristeen sheen
of chipped coffee cups
clear colours of tea, glowing
the dazzle and flash
of scratched spoons and knives.
Illuminated brick,
the shine of pavement.
Due to the slight shift
of light
which happened just now.

Celeste Côté


Poetry

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