His Coffee
Only hot enough
To melt the crystals
Ceramic cup
cast off from a diner
a nickle at the yard sale
I get good
adding cream
Perfect number of coffee clouds
He’d sit
Wonder?  I wonder
Stir them away
Like the dreams
Of a retired factory worker
What dreams
did he have
that life and kids and all obligations
stirred away in his life.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s