Coffee in the Courtyard

ivy alone, dressed the stone
in spring courtyard

as breeze confirmed my deep
need for autumn cozy in
morning shivers
like these

the service was beyond
exquisite, the food too,
but i was having
none of it,

just somethin’ hot and
bitter for mulling over
midst sporadic

kissin’ at dear dawn
with frosted

and naggin’ was my guilt
over the pittance tossed
as server’s tip

come next sun, i’ll return,
n’turn back to stone and
atone for stingy slip,

i alone, sit dressed in stone
in winter’s yard and
ivy’s grown over
my bones.


image: (some rebloggy site i can’t seem to find again, my apologies to original photographer)

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