Last Cappuccino

With one crow cawing

And the gulls all circling,

A lone eagle up high

Gliding, lurking,

The clock had stopped

At six forty-five,

A last cappuccino

At ten forty-five,

And that’s how

Dockside,

Ended.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Coincidences” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

10:45 AM March 31, 2015

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