Starbucks buzzes loud,
In coffee cups, flowers bloom—
Secret gardens hide.
In coffee cups, flowers bloom—
Secret gardens hide.
Stories, it's all about the stories in life. In the vein of Lacuna and Here I Go Again is my own snapshot of stories: I wonder what happened to you You wrote poems for me, You were going to take me to The Rocky Horror Picture Show We were going to dress up Your eyes turned green or blue, Depending on your mood I wonder what happened to you Your name like beer You wrote songs and played guitar And gave me a dragon ring Told me not to lick stamps, because you cared We’d drive the abandoned streets and You’d stop at green lights I wonder what happened to you I loved the cool tattoo you drew yourself We’d haunt coffee shops in the city You made me a plastic ring From the coffee stir stick Said we were married We were not I wonder what happened to you You’d quote me Shakespeare and We dress up for the renaissance fair You painted me pain...
Nice, it made me think of my garden in Tanzania with coffee plants, and after the blossoms the beans which I roasted in a pan on the stove and made my own coffee. Pretty terrible coffee but a nice memory invoked by your haiku, thanks.
ReplyDelete💖 You had me at Haiku. Or Starbucks? Or Coffee? Anyway - swoon.
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