Coffee

Plenty of smears upon my desk
Linked together
In a crazy fashion
A couple so dark…
Telltale signs of a couple dark days
Slammed down foam cups
Full
Piping hot and rough—
No cream, no sugar
Then there are the others
Variations of brightness
Speaking of happier times
Rings from sugary, overfilled mugs
Or the result of rushing—
My eagerness dripping near my keyboard
And I am awake
Regardless of circumstances
Never with enough time
To wipe away my mood rings

This poem is dedicated to my soul sister, Joan!!!