I made myself coffee this morning
from grounds I bought yesterday
In case you're not a coffee drinker,
the first cup from a fresh pound
is pretty unbelievable.
I was appreciating this fact
as I sat in bed
with my lucky mug
and watched the fog
Some things improve with age.
I'm thinking specifically of
Criterion Collection DVDs
And memories of travel.
A bag of coffee isn't among them.
After you break the brick
The pound stales quickly.
The loam dries.
Chocolate turns gray.
Think: E.T. on the respirator.
It's funny that air,
the one constant in all of our lives,
Does such a number on the things we love.
It reminds me of a quote from an otherwise-forgettable novel
Where a character mused that everything is on fire all the time,
turning to ashes so slowly
that we rarely notice it happening.
The author was a part-time fireman
So I guess he would know.
But as I sit in bed with this mind-blowing coffee
I think a case could be made
that we get so much more than we lose.
I'm testing this theory
as the fog burns off Berkeley
here on Valentine's Day.
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