Scooped from their bowl, white crystals

slide off the spoon into hot brown liquid,

infusion of leaves, and melt into the brew

stirred for good measure, uniformity,

decomposing to molecules, sucrose solution

dancing the Brownian boogie with caffeine,

tannins, and the rest of the stew,

tilted from cup and warmly down gullet

to stomach, capillaries,

and superhighway bloodstream,

merging with corpuscles on that

circulatory interstate,

branching off exit ramps, fueling

each anatomical town, carrying me

through the morning, the rush hour

of blood to the head.

08/13/2003

Posted on 08/14/2003
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