after lunch
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1 min readJan 14, 2017
this is the time when the mind loses its way.
the rice trucked in
from silent lowlands and deltas
is comfortable, settled.
it found sense in hunger.
the feeding is done.
now white backs of executives
are sprinkled across tables
with cheap tea cups inherited
from frugal memories
they fight against closed eyes till 4 pm.
hipster coders people-watch
their cold pressed juices warm
chilled conference rooms wait like movie sets
vacant before the next bloodletting.
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