This is a poem about what getting coffee used to be like in the old days.
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Road Trip Mental Chatter
Hate trucks As they drive by me on The highway Nearly knocking me off the road Love trucks In bad weather Rain and fog When they flash their hazards in front of me So I can see where I am going And keep me from Knocking myself off the road -David O’Boyle
Crossover
Under the streetlight Up, down, basketball bounces And a young boy dreams -David O’Boyle
Sun of Night
I wonder if the moonwonders about daytime.earlier me might say,’That’s a waste of time, moondon’t wonder about things you will never be able to be.’But earlier me would be wrong wondering about things that will never be is exactly what makes them beI betif you asked the moon a different questionmaybe, ‘who has taught youContinue reading “Sun of Night”
Red Maple Haiku
A morning nature haiku with your coffee.