Ten days isn’t long enough to forget routine, right?
Fingers have forgotten patterns, run through
A thousand times before,
The brain, creaks, shakes off the dust
Of sun and hazy views, city lights and still felt embraces,
The soul, or whatever it is that animates us,
The imposition of desk and screen over
Languid days, chinese pastry, Hutongs
And sunrise through a 26th floor window.