Category Archives: Poetry

Why must it be 
That Sunday at sunrise 
Is an impossible time to 
find coffee 
When one has run out of
beans 
and wakes to the sight 
Of the orb 
Heading up toward noon 
One wishes to be 
Heated by the bean 
Crushed and poured to brew 
So ride out I do 
Steely steed astride 
To hunt the elusive elixer 
And when I succeed 
I sit by the water 
Considering the birds 
And their din