a frothy foam
rises to the surface
and pours into your cup
of life.
Clunk, bam
the scoop of
used espresso ends its
journey and is emptied
into trash.
Be careful
disguise the pain
with syrups, milk, and water
sip your life slowly
with caution.
No joy
swirled with peace
mellow, bitter, and quiet
slow at first-then in swigs
it hurts.
Savor it
this cup that speaks
of your life precisely,
too much for you?
drink tea.
2 comments:
love the format, love the images, love the metaphor, love the message. bravo!
it was wonderful to see you tonight.
still waiting for your poem on coffee-house-chairs matthew...(tapping toes with hands on hips)
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