Last night, my friends Paul and Sam decided to have a poetry reading competition. It turned into less of a competition and more of a friendly, animated verbal exchange of their favorite poems, much to the delight of all their listeners. The night culminated in a lovely moment when Sam turned off the lights and read to all of us by the flickering illumination of a single candle. The last stanza:
the tangle of the heartBlack coffee, bitter, hot
smoke rises straight and calm
air
Still and cool
I just like any poem that features black coffee. And I really like looking around at a room full of my wonderful friends, glowing with candlelight and comraderie. How simply marvelous....
