Tuesday, July 25, 2017

Stopping by Starbucks on Summer Mornings doing Interim Youth Missioner Work


My bloodshot eyes have a red glow.
I think I know the antidote.
There is a Starbucks over here
And so to caffeinate I go.

My Mini seems to know to steer
Itself to a space standing near
The door held open by a gent
Who blearily tries to fake good cheer.


The barista looks up to make
"The usual?" she asks, and starts to shake
The Refresher that I will keep
Imbibing from 'til my lunch break.

This drink is lovely, slightly sweet,
But I have meetings still to keep
In which I must not fall asleep,
In which I must not fall asleep.

--L. B. S., July 25, 2017

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