Drip
(a coffee house among many)
Yin-yang haven
hidden among industrial scars
of dearth and dirt…
Inside: inviting sleek-chic graffiti-style
artwork greets; the aroma
of fresh coffee, herbal teas
and home-made cakes tempt
an assorted collection of people:
stout Greek-looking woman
with a Maria Callas headscarf;
two lanky lads engrossed
in a game of solitaire; a brown
lady with a short afro laughing
at full volume with her awkward friend.
Unassuming music ripples
in the background, temporarily
washing away the crystal truth
lodged in my mind;
‘It is over.’
Catherine Mark
2 comments:
You're running at full steam now CathM. Bravo! Loved the musicality of this line: "a brown lady with a short afro laughing at full volume with her awkward friend." Just a great collection of vowel sounds that are striking to my ear. Thanks. Keep it up!
Hi Catherine. This poem reminds me
of my favorite java joint. Seems
as if you wrote the poem in a
people joyous mood.
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