Cold Coffee

Cold coffee On the black cafe table a packet of sugar it was red and advertised a coffee brand, besides it a tiny silver wrapped caramel. The server had removed the coffee cup and the small bottle of water, perhaps she thought I wanted to take the offering home. The table looked like wood, but when I touched it was lifeless and cold; another fake thing. I like wood when you touch a table or chair made of timber it comes alive. From a forest to the carpenter and when it rots it goes back to earth again. Plastic is born dead and will exist in all eternity and that is sad for everyone. This happened when I sat in a cafe waiting for my wife to conduct business, I wasn’t thinking of lumber, but the way I have an instinctive dislike of people look cold as plastic and shaped beautifully like Formica kitchen table.