Monday, May 4, 2009

Morning Coffee

As I sit
With morning coffee
The calm and peace
Of my existence
Is disrupted by
The madness of
Murdered children
Scattered body parts
And dead soldiers
Juxtaposed with
Little turtles
Swimming lazily
And Coltrane in the air
Thoughts of the people
Whose lives are
Shattered by
The madness
Will they ever
Find a way back
To any kind of peace
Or pleasure
In a morning reverie

The golf game continues
The turtles still feed
Geckos scuttle beneath the leaves
Birds nest with their young
And I finish my coffee

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