Wednesday, April 9, 2008

Starbucks


i don't take credit. this is for Dave:

modern seattle cider
a gray morning steeped in silence
green eyes glaze, stuck in the saturday news
a subtle game of chess summons glances
memories sink, stolen.
sipped slowly, gone in a gulp.

2 comments:

Dave said...

whatever Katie, this is your poem. "Gone in a gulp"? That has Bloomfield written all over it.

Meagan said...

genius. pure genius. :)