Coffee shops
Sunday morning and I find myself in a quasi familiar haunt.
Coffee shops.
My money thrown at you all 4 years of college.
Now even grad school
Here I am.
Sipping like a subtle saint with her ears cut off
While honestly I can’t help
Hearing wisps of conversation.
The perfect place for writing odes.
Pieces, pieces of casual talk
Snippets, snippets of life.
This time though in the shadow of mountains.
Hello Boulder odes!
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