(This one's not titled yet. It's a sort of melancholy lovesong.)
Coffee foam in an empty cup
Sugar in a glass jar
The maplewood bar where my notebook sits. Also
White birch after rain
and sanded olivewood;
river otter, mink. But also
Chocolate borne on heads, in baskets
Coffee beans (the trees sweat)
Soil crowned with the riches of ash
that catches the sap from the rubbertree slits. And sometimes
My satyr beard, curling round
my jackass jawbone
in the morning mirror.
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