True Love of Coffee

One day I found myself
Truly dumbfounded by where I was
beneath an old elm tree
on an avenue of life that seemingly held good memory

In front of me
an old Volkswagon van
seemingly settled in the spot it always had
yet ready for a cargo and to move from a moment
that was the only one I could recall

To my left sat a hydrant
holding itself steadfast to the earth
preparing for a day to save someone’s life
that may simply never come to be

To my right was an alley
dividing a community into distinct halves
allowing two groups to share something in common
but designed to keep them apart

Behind me rested a simple home
For some family I had possibly met at the street fair
yet it lacked a face I could recognize
leaving me perplexed to my famiarity

Yet within me I felt only a feeling of being transient
There were no signs telling me where I belong
No directions to indicate the route I needed to take
and no visitors to share my questions with

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