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"A visit at my table, 

a very welcome visitor,

has a cup of coffee

set down,

but not before

the friend has seated herself

does the surface 

of the brew spill over,

splashing quietly 

as as she bumps the table with her knee.

Such a detail,

the dark, dark liquid

spread across the light brown

wood of where I write,

threatening to soil

the art being drawn.

The spillings

of the latest happenings,

the earnest devouring

of each others stories

lead to reading,

of depicting the next best thing

in lives still be finished,

download in progress.

A spiral

from one image to the next

from the warm-lit coffee shop

to digital acquisition.

Like this poem,

the conversation goes,

topics spiraling.

Not out of control,

but wildly different

in varient,

from the new job

made of dreams

to the steaming progress

of artwork creativity.

Reading,

the visitor stirring

with silent smiles

and sparkling eyes,

asking how and why

my poetry winds

into art so quickly,

but my answer is clumsy,

the failing of conveying

a real reason

for words written.

Awkward in handling it,

and unable still

to write out the soul

in one sentence,

stanza,

poem,

book, even. 

So let's write three,

I tell her,

and glee is sounded,

rounding back to her departure,

bumping coffee again.

But it's wiped away,

no evidence

of the one who sat across.

Nothing lost.

Meaning, rather.

No theme,

but a underlying feeling."