Friday, April 30, 2010
I like this poem quite a bit, for a few reasons, but especially for the coffee shop food and furnished rooms it conjures. I've lived in furnished rooms and while they generally did not make me the least bit happy at the time, the way Edward Field so perfectly captures a certain kind of life does make me happy. Oh, how I love words and what we can do with them.
People Who Eat in Coffee Shops
by Edward Field
People who eat in coffee shops
are not worried about nutrition.
They order the toasted cheese sandwiches blithely,
followed by chocolate egg creams and plaster of paris
wedges of lemon meringue pie.
They don't have parental, dental, or medical figures hovering
(read the rest here.)
The round up today is at Great Kid Books.