My Calmer Creature
black coffee in the sea,
with a thermos for a light house
reading house blend.
granular earth in the bread,
or at least in the pastry window
next to the register.
vegetarians sitting at tables in
a coffee shop parallel to a bookshelf
and a row of abstract paintings.
i could go over there for a little bit.
maybe make some light conversation and
talk about the weather.
or sit quietly by myself and do a mental
handwriting analysis of the barista's chalk board.
maybe look at all the polaroids of the regulars
and think about what i would wear if i was a regular.
still one space left, still a chance for me
to reach my southeast portland coffee house
bulletin board nirvana.
there i would remain tacked up on the wall for awhile,
a plad wearing black coffee drinking herbivore.
calm as can be in criss crossed shades
of blue and green.
Copyright © Nathan Martin | Year Posted 2010
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