Aerosolpoetic

Over Coffee
for h.h.m.

Nothing will ever again
be my grandfather’s Opel Coupe…
He buys me thyme
pies and we drive
to Jordan.

Sweet cream
swirls
in thick black coffee
and time
stops
when our conversation spills
across the table
at Racha Cafe
mapping out paths
from Japan to
Beirut

I wish we had more time

more coffee
thick and black
more conversation
swirling
cream

sweet