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.