Don't say I didn't warn you via the post title.
It's spring here -- a beauteous day in store! 70 degrees! So naturally, I have a bubbly poem for you.
Its opening lines are:
When Love is lost, the laughter's good and
The sun sinks down, the heavy fog rolls in,
Nothing is left to say and you know that no
I know, I know. Please don't chide me. I know it doesn't sound happy.
Its final lines are:
If I knew you, I'd sit by your side and
This world is not our home, we're only
See? A perfect ending. And in between, there are blue eyes, and black coffee. All things I can relate to.
So, go be happy and read the whole poem, "In A Cafe," by Gary Johnson, here, at The Writer's Almanac.
Katya Czaja has the round up at Write. Sketch. Repeat, where she and her son are kenning poetry.