Friday, March 7, 2014

Snow Coffee

I really must be depressed
the lack of this coffee (waitress
took order hasn't returned)
near brings me to tears (I can
see as many futures fading off
in the receding distance can't
wait for me)

But now, listen (don't turn around)
padding of her feet, mug in hand

(I am saved)

this poem exists in real time!

And again, that first sip
smell of roasted beans, sip,
burns my throat (I won't wait)
better, better, ahhhstrong
sweet bitter darkness,
my beautiful elixir!

How I've waited in sadness
for you
How you've saved me!

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