Elbow grazing marble reflecting
glass-cased dessert museum.
Amid stacked ceramic clatter
and shrilling snorts of steam,
she waits.
Hand holds wallet.
Wallet enfolds ten times
ten-fold consummation
of this daily act —
in punch-fringed coffee cards.
Each card redeemed, a detail.
The whole retained, a grace.
Some dark, bitter drafts
need no wait.
Her modest remedy,
this host of free lattes.
Nice.
I wonder about the impact on our souls for maintaining so many artifacts whose goal it is to ensure an affinity that might not have otherwise been reasonable.
Is it worth the price of a few free lattes?
After having met you, I expect that your depth is up to withstand the psychic weight of so many hooks.