let the petals fall where they may

colorful demise.

the petals fall,

the flowers have had their day. 

we think they're done, but they show us with a puzzlingly...

disconnected...

beauty.

chilly and quiet ride in

brr... fuggin brrr... but i did make it to work

making the best of a sunbeam

zzzzzz...

did i hear something?

oh, it's you.

i'm pretty tired, ya know.

i'm so done with you.

outpouring of caffeinated inspiration

just enough beans

to start the day with

onesinglecupofcoffee!

do i treat it like i would if i were making

manycups?

like a single student, alone,

in a giant lecture hall?

these beans deserved attention

and focus...

tutoring, asitwere--to torture the metaphor.

the single cup they would make

must be the intent

fromstarttofinish...

the one cup, a goal, 

a tribute to the life and posthumous journey these beans took

justtostartmyday.

suitably honored on a single cupped pedestal.

ground coarse, brewed gently,

pressed...

smooth midwest dairy compliments earthy sumatran notes.

upon consumption 

their journey

sparks inspiration

and words that should--with the fines--get rinsed...

downthedrain

but you read them anyway.

and i

am buzzing into my day

grinning

a candy-coated ride in

ice

ice

baby... made it to work, thank god for studded tires.

tulips in the midnight moonlight

your day job

was to bring beauty, and

a sense of sunshine to the house

but now it's nearly midnight and i find you

doing

another job.

standing in the window bringing

moonlit vibes

eerie, but beautiful. 

arching stems and curvy petals, striking a seductive stance

working your night job

and bringing beauty in ways i hadn't imagined...