There is a reality forming inside this place
where the windows are steamed up, streaked from the rain outside.
Being here is like living in a memory.
I try to mix a present desire, past hope
and defining realities into a tasteful blend.
In this coffeehouse, in this city, at this time,
I am content to let this brew keep bubbling…
a reconciliation of all competing interests will come to the surface
when the heat, the flavors
meld into a palatable whole.
Then I will drink it all in and be satiated.


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