A ring of water on the tabletop.
Next to it the light hits the glass.
It was a scheduled stop
to drink and stay on task.
Iced coffee and a notebook laid out.
Conversation, clamor, clinking, shouts.
She works without pause
in the organized chaos.
YOU ARE READING
Every Last Drop
Poetryfor hard times. for the lonely late nights. and the tears we cry. every last drop. * all rights reserved
