Bread Winner

A lily flows with a cold breeze by itself.
                A woman eats breakfest alone;
                           A sip of coffee, a bite of melancholy.

                                                   She sits there staring back a smiling paper bag,
                          And with a another breeze the paper bag is on another journey.

                     Each day, the breeze blows it back and
                     Each day the breeze blows it far from here.

                                                         Soon never seems to come and
                                    Forever never seems to last.
                      Why can't it ever be a now?
Why can't it ever be a lifetime?

                     


                                Slow-motion;
I can count tiny grains of sand as they're thrown in my face
I can count earthworms that are in the mud as it splatters in my face

                   

                                Fast-foreward;
Nothing is satisfying.
Nothing is here.
Nothing but myself and discontent.
No satisfaction.
No laughter.

                                         Nothing
                                                       At
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                            The woman takes another sip of coffee
                    and lays her head down softly on the pillow in a bed of quicksand;
                                                   Waiting.