2020 Albuquerque American Place Poems

Coffee Break

A fresh start
Like cold autumn air
Pulling back the heat curtain
To reveal brisk brightness
That bites at the lungs
And steams out your mouth.
A cup of hot coffee
Vapor currents dancing
From its circular rim…
So it begins

And we scan the horizon
For Hot Air Balloons
That aren’t rising this year.
No mass ascension
To draw your attention
Away from the boring end
of summer.

In this Covid time
No gathering sublime
to race off into
the sunrise.

Here we sit
and take a sip
of our cooling coffee
at the breakfast table
unable to escape another day.

By Makar

Stephen Sutherlin is a designer, poet and musician. He writes poetry about life in the southwest and enjoys metrical lyricism.

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