warmth + colour + uniform

the mornings are a
uniform shade of fog, slow
to clear from the sky.


 

on the corner of
my desk, a potted flower
droops, leached of colour.


 

below my feet, there’s the
hum of a tiny heater,
glowing orange warmth.

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