"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Monday, January 9, 2012

A Coffee.

Sipping a coffee
on the bus
Thinking about you and me
and us.
Watching winter mornings
that look like nights
thinking it would be nice
to be huddled in sheets
with you.
And wouldn't it be a feat
to tune out
the bus route
and be content
with just the thoughts
of you.


  1. had to be the bus...the LRT is much less romantic

    you still got it JB - really cool piece

    Old Ollie...the UofA Grad.

  2. It's easier if the ride isn't too bumpy.

  3. I like the flow here JB. There's a beautiful melancholy here.

  4. melancholic indeed! great write here!

  5. Nice writing, JB. I like your style, your way with words. Keep this up.


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