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Black-and-white photograph of a wall painting with a woman's face and a crescent moon surrounded by stars.
No. 003 · poem · 09.11.26

Waiting on your Coffee

I stared at this peculiar doodle hung for sale at the coffee shop
And…even the most encompassing definition of art, would not have captured what I was seeing.
Behind this tragedy, there must have been a dreamer
I should buy it—to support!
But, would I be falsely prolonging another’s dream?
If I buy this lad’s little doodle out of a kind heart
At the sight of his first sale, he’d quit his job!
He had a family for all I knew, kids too.
I’d be abetting his rash escape!
Ah, I’ll let another take the risk.
“Cold brew with honey!”

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