Katherine's Coffeehouse

Or perhaps you picture a black-clad student in back of class, wilting on the drug of the day, carving punked out words into a silent desktop.

Wide eye open, top of the pyramid scheme, stairway to some kind of heaven. Or did you think.

For months, we tried to be rid of you. You, too thick. Too prickly. Too wandering amid the many fingered hedges and greenery. Much too, much too, invasive.

Bottom line up front: There are better ways to start the day, some more so than others.

there is the difference they know when to hit high notes nightingales

First, though, I must drink decaf coffee, because why bother with anything else until that piece has been done? It’s not

My left hand has done most of the work for me, built a thick callous on my middle finger where rests

Based on a writing prompt from Poetry Super Highway for National Poetry Month, 2024 and this news article: “The US was getting too expensive. So this artist relocated to France for a slower-paced life” By Silvia Marchetti, CNN

On poverty and aspirations

Haiku wishes for greener spaces and a kinder world