a dried stain on the counter
where her coaster was ignored
her coffee cold in the cup
left because it’s all that’s left
of her
——
Day 23 of the Leap Year Poetry Prompt Challenge
Cold COffee (How We Cope)
Tag: coffee
Poem 20150611
iced decaf americano
because no one makes
a regular cup of decaf coffee
not even in a coffee shop
not even in a shop
where the tables are tiny
and there are few seats
but the americano
tastes good
reminds me of real coffee
and it’s cold
even though the sky
is the color and texture of
soft lead weights
the ice is welcome
Poem 20150216
let that small moment be still
when the coffee is hot and pure
when the bed is warm and the floor is cold
when the bread is warm enough to soften but not melt butter
when the radio plays our favorite song
when your hand seeks out mine
when your breath is in the hollow of my collarbone
when your eyes are half-closed and your mouth half-open
let time stop in his tracks
Words and Feathers 