FRESH MORNING COFFEE

by LD Wilkinson

everyday
before work
I find myself
staring
into the Earth-blue eyes
of the Starbucks girl
thinking
how beautiful
these eyes
how beautiful
this aroma
of fresh morning coffee
and sticky
breakfast treats
how beautiful
these fleeting moments
of caffeine
and sugar
and dots
of electric light
in blue
green eyes
and
if it weren’t for
the fact
that I hate my job
and despise my boss
and wear my life
like a burn
I would leave
this misted paradise
everyday
in search of
indispensable misery