Coffee is here, we'll make it, with cups,
recycling thinking alone, with neighbors new
who we'll never drink with until leaving -
see how they enjoyed it, dark, mellow,
caramel, with steam, steam screams across
the plane, bouncing clever customer you
Will you choose among millions of flowers,
petals, caffeinated here, to smell chocolate
morsels, yet fragrant to meditating hordes,
they come only to sit, paying their ticket,
entrance fee, liquid currency, slightly refined
are they to notice how we design life?
Never wasting grounds, we'll tray to save
pastries only for the deserving of city lights,
the sun leaves, shades, reverses course, returns
to lower shades, actual shades to wear so to
see swirls of milk and paper and art formed
for us to sit and watch the deer pass by.
© 2019 Larry Ingram
Welcome to the poetry web site of Larry Ingram. Larry is a poet, writer and observer of our culture.