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
I miss Haas. Did you submit this to Marcos for Haas’s family?
I did but I think I might have submitted it to him too late unfortunately. It took me forever to write it, I couldn’t put the words together. I miss him too.
This is beautiful, Jay, and so sad.
May we have the words to memorialize - and immortalize - those we know as sweetly and simply as you have done here.