The Morning After Thrill

A plush field of grass floats on a cool cup of tea
A league of ghosts draped in white stare back at me
Marching on in after hard labour
I Sieve my deepest dreams, no sugar, no matter
The morning after
I said, I won’t give up on my bowel of crêpes, Brown Syrup and Golden butter

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