viernes, noviembre 16, 2007

coffee breaks

all the waiting over cups of coffee- black

And the lingering taste of caramel melting

In the heat, and even in the cold of this well-lighted place

The sweet kiss goodnight

Of not knowing when

The next time you will reach for my hand

Over paper table mats

And tiny puddles of ice water

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