coffee isn’t minuscule

coffee isn’t minuscule
(just hot enough to sip)
on a morning when
the running
shorts you draped outside to dry
freeze into that draping shape.

with cream, mind you,
just hot enough
so heat
spreads through your chest.
it isn’t nothing;
it isn’t small
against the things that you call big:
relationship, career, a war somewhere, a book
that someone else has sold.

sip it again as the sky
slides imperceptibly from
some fancy
word for dark,
to another
for the color of abalone.


About nosuchthingasastraightline

I grew up in tiny Lyme, New Hampshire, where I drew, roamed the surrounding woods, and first entertained the idea of God while listening to my mom's Beatles records. I studied biology at Harvard University where I wrote for The Harvard Lampoon and also began writing poetry. I have since made a living variously as a comedy screenwriter, teacher, and private tutor in math, science and writing. I’ve released three CDs of original music as the singer-songwriter and guitar player for Crooked Roads (listen to latest tracks here: My poetry writing has been inspired by Rumi, Billy Collins, William Carlos Williams, e.e. cummings, Antonio Machado, Federico Garcia Lorca, and others. My two books of poetry, "The Morning I Married the Sky," and “Free this Morning” are both available on Amazon.
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One Response to coffee isn’t minuscule

  1. Barb says:

    I couldn’t agree more! Barb

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