"But first, baby, as you climb and count the stairs (and they total the same), did you, sometime or somewhere, have a different idea?
Is this, baby, what you were born to feel, and do, and be?"

-Kenneth Fearing

Saturday, April 16, 2011

At the River


We parked at the railing, my eyes

closed for that cup of coffee,

too perfect to have come from

the Texaco station.

The edges of the afternoon

were as sweet and dark and bitter.

You leaned into me then

and I found you like the water

found the stones.

                                                       -Brent Allard


  1. Wow. I've never had a cup of coffee that good. I should go to Texaco!

    No seriously, great work Brent.

  2. Thanks Bec! Imagine the surprise at getting such a cup of coffee at a gas station you'll likely never see again!

  3. Great work, I think there ought to be a hard return before the final three lines but that's just me. Each phrase works so well into the following, truly nicely done.

  4. Thanks Jhon! for reading and the suggestion, much appreciated!

  5. Love the surprise of sweet and dark and bitter. Great poem.

  6. “like the water found the stones” I love that, I love that idea of perfection. I had to smile – I often find myself at McDonalds because their coffee is always fresh and doesn’t give me a headache!

  7. Thanks Emm! Yeah even a moment of perfect is nice, isn't it? And, a good cup of coffee is a wonderful thing!