"Late Cup"

day thins on toothy edges,
each request arrives, softening contours.
hands move in steady patterns,
carrying out what's needed
while the inner field settles
into quieted grain.

a cup waits on the bench,
its position unchanged,
holding a small shift of light
as the room adjusts around its rim.
shoulders follow that adjustment,
working through each hour
with a steady mutedness.

corridor air congregates
in slow stepping gait,
walls leaning into familiar stillness.
a hooked cloth stays where it was,
offering a point to return to
as the day moves in lowered light,
each motion calibrating toothed whispers
of what can be carried.






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