lately
my coffee's been weak
same pot and roast
amount of scoops
yet when I add cream
it is so pale
I wonder
how is it when nothing
changes something does
someone once told me
move
forward or backward
nothing
stands still
I look beyond
my kitchen window
transformation haunts
as green turns to amber
I crave change
not the kind
that robs your breath
or control
makes you weak
like leaping
from romance's hot
air balloon
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
grind my beans
make a more
concentrated brew
and not wish
I were the leaf
floating wistfully
in truth
it is dancing
to its' demise












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