so much depends upon

so much depends
upon

a Grande Caramel Macchiato
iced, extra drizzle

cubes of purified water
splash in the white milk

layers of civilization
distillation, bovine secretions

the yield of so many
farms

steam-driven into
tiny glasses

trapped inside a clear
cup

thinly glazed with
perspiration

I’m so very glad
everybody has one

I post this poem to commemorate leaving Starbucks, for good this time...

The echo's of Willam's poem The Red Wheelbarrow are purposeful. I love his poem but wanted to express a negative image of it with his piece.

Beauteous are the Cranes

Beauteous are the cranes swinging in dazzling red contrast against the blue skies fading to a gorgeous gray.
Steel piles higher and higher,
A pillar to hold the floodgates closed.

They pull the cranes away,
Collapsing, bending at the foot of the structure.
Hard hats look in awe.

Then I remembered how this all rests on dirt:
When for a new escalator they cut a hole in the mall.
Rectangular
Deep
Dark

I remembered how towers fall:
When the god of the mountain decides they are too tall.

I had a dream once,
The skyline was Christ’s domino set.
He flicked. We fell.
He rearranged the pieces, did it all over again.

Oh beauteous new and lush Riverside Villas!
With your views and your balconies,
Underground
Parking
Security

You will never be a ruin.