my coffee's weak
same pot, roast
amount of scoops
I add cream
it's too pale
I wonder
how is it
when nothing changes
something does
Someone told me once
move forward
or backward
nothing
stands still
I look beyond
my kitchen window
transformation haunts
as green turns to amber
I crave change
Oh, not the kind
that robs your breath
or control
makes you weak
leaping
onto that fast jet
of passion
heart in throat
or a phone call
confirming your fear
you have lost
someone
or really
anything
no, in this world
where mothers
of sons
worry and wonder
why the war
where vacation
and security
level orange
coexist
just
something
subtle
like
try a new roast
quit envying
that rich rusty leaf
floating so wistfully
in reality
it is dancing
to its' demise
Silver trophy winner
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