A Cuban Paper Weight

by | Jul 15, 2019 | Poems

I sat down to work in the shop today
It was hot and the fan kept blowing my papers
Rather than get mad
I imagined I was in a sweaty cafe in Cuba
Mingling with the locals
And writing the musings
That would one day become a great novel

I used my phone as a paperweight
And returned to my work

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