"Coffee Break"
a poem by G.E. Nordell
I hate parks in the city
with their closely-mowed lawns
and concrete paths and diagonal parking
and trash-cans overflowing
one of the hidden pleasures
of my security patrol job
is the first break of the morning
about 8:30, under the bluffs
the sun creeps over the blufftop
silent wisps of mist rise from the brush
to the gleaming white tassels
of the pampas grass
rabbits rustle in the weeds
doves scoot out on the road
the other birds chirp and caw and trill
a little flock flits from stem to stem
the sun is warm on my face
no human is in sight
civilization a distant background murmur
the coffee in the Thermos cup
steams in the cold air
its aroma signifies existence
© Gary Edward Nordell 1996, all rights reserved
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