Beverages

Calculated measurements equal calculated cups, Brown as the soil that summer I had hiccups, Poor groggily into the filter and add water, Dripping slowly, or perhaps slower, Than the memories appear. Sipping lemonade through a swirled straw, Gasping air through mouthfuls of Cole slaw, And still unable to catch my breath, And still unable to stop the death Of the dreams I seem to fear. My body reluctantly warms, My body reluctantly swarms, A sensation of life and spring mornings, A sensation of grief, and fall mournings From Mother Nature’s ground. Arms spread wide open and high, Like ravens in a colorless sky, Receiving and giving in one moment, Rejoicing and lamenting in one statement, This reminds me of the sound. The buzz of one bee, the blue jays hum, Like the eerily black hearse carrying some, One person, one coffee, is all it takes To portray how each season breaks.