Ode To A Servant

Coffee, Vivaldi, and winter
Three things that suit each other –
first repast.
This early, I have the quiet
necessary to enjoy them
with cold fingers.

Sit, I tell myself,
sit, and see the pre-dawn town.
The only motion is the changings:
red, green, yellow.
Three things that suit each other –
crying, ‘ignore us at your peril’
those who live outside the law
no longer have the protection of it.

We are givers, we three
and ask little, just a little
publicly funded juice.

Red and winter stop everything
yellow and vivaldi serve staccato signals
green and coffee give impetus and
permission to quicken

Three things that… a trinity

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