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Out to Lunch
by
Ruth Gooley


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One more cup of joe,
a jolt of java,
a triple grande,
to unbolt me from this place
where I sag every day at lunch,
jacaranda blooms
purpling in the spring,
drifting like snow in the fall.
This place of continuous stillness,
my form carved into its shadows,
my crumbs scarfed up by wrens,
my fifty-five minutes of sky, wind, air,
and a butterfly or two.
 
One more shot of espresso,
a line of caffeine up my nose,
and I'm up, on the move,
back in the office right on time,
revved and ready to go.


This poem first appeared in the Peeking Cat Anthology (
October, 2018).
Used here with permission.

 

 


Ruth Gooley has published a variety of poems in Your Daily Poem, Ibbetson Street Review, vox poetica, and NatureWriting, among others. She also published a dissertation, "The Image of the Kiss in French Renaissance Poetry." Ruth makes her home in a cabin in the Santa Monica mountains, where she lives in harmony with the abundance of nature there.

 

 

 

 


Post New Comment:
joesottile:
Excellent poem.
Posted 06/04/2019 12:51 PM
Lori Levy:
Love the picture this poem paints for us.
Posted 05/28/2019 05:53 PM
Jo:
Thank you, Ruth. Most enjoyable poem.
Posted 05/28/2019 04:36 PM
paradea:
Nice!!
Posted 05/28/2019 11:05 AM
cork:
I am enjoying my morning coffee as I read this delightful poem.
Posted 05/28/2019 08:56 AM


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