Hopefully

My coffee percolates effervescently, employing all its onomatopoeia After its flight from the rainforest of Amazonia (Its grinds are tired) And as it cools I sip the rich, dark serum of the earth The salvation of Fair-Traders I hope I paid more or less directly They, the fauna of the 11.4 square feet of variegated flora, Nobly parading the verdurous spectrum, That I am promised my daily click on an environmental website is preserving And is this my contribution to this life? Hopefully I will remember to turn the computer off after this Or else I’ll break even on the rainforest My contribution? I am Proust reborn Didn’t accomplish much by my age, either Another eleven years before he would’ve started Swann’s Way Tomorrow is another day (Another 11.4 square feet I hope) Someday I will begin