It should be winter here in Minneapolis, but instead I fear we are lost in constant fall. Here's a view outside my window.
I like my coffee hot
with a good pour of ice cold heavy
I find the resulting conflict and ensuing compromise
as I walk with cup in hand
to your house for fun
just for fun
and I like that we don't have as many conflicts as we used to
but neither of us has given up
or given in
It's like when I look into my cup I see the swirling cream
and then it's gone.