Every year, just a bit after the Fourth of July, it starts to feel like it does after the Fourth of July. Summer this year doesn't feel anything like it did when I wrote this little ditty, and that's neither good nor bad, even if it sometimes feels one way or another. Something about the sky these days, maybe even more about my life than I realize at first, brought back a happy memory. I'll dedicate this one to Josh and Shan of the Soma clan, or maybe just to a cat who answered, with more than a touch of hubris, to the name Napoleon.
there are
some things
that are better
than the luscious bitter
of an ice cold creamy coffee
on an early summer late afternoon
in the shade of the kitchen
as a lazy kitten naps
in the windowsill unaware
the ceiling fan whispering overhead
but these things are too holy and divine
and even too lofty to mean
anything to mortals who
stand sipping as the
cold ice kisses
their lips
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there are
some things
that are better
than the luscious bitter
of an ice cold creamy coffee
on an early summer late afternoon
in the shade of the kitchen
as a lazy kitten naps
in the windowsill unaware
the ceiling fan whispering overhead
but these things are too holy and divine
and even too lofty to mean
anything to mortals who
stand sipping as the
cold ice kisses
their lips
