The Boys

Early morning, a few blinking street lights
off in the distance
Red flashing color slices its way through the darkness;
“…stop don’t rush the day has not dawned yet…”
Perfection in, just bitter enough coffee
with a dash of cinnamon – aroma therapy
a sentimental tapping into a holiday season
that has always resonated peace and good will
I wonder what Francois drinks as the sun rises over the city of lights
How strong the coffee is that slip between the lips
of Vladimir as he saddles up for his A.M. ride photo op in-style
Or Bashar as he reads the daily obits
sipping some strange brew, pondering what else is there is to do
– rattle sabers background white noise
I wonder, briefly, if Rivlin and Benjamin break bread
while gathering stones
And if Mamoud stays in bed a moment longer to clear his head
before the first one is thrown
Does Barack grab a cup of joe while on the go
kissing his girls as he rushes to the daily debriefing
And what if anything starts the day for Hassan and Mahmoud
when a figure head is only recognized in the palace
paper to pen and a pot of Persian tea simmers ever so slowly…

I think about things like this
as I linger over the perfection in
just bitter enough coffee with a dash of cinnamon – aroma therapy
a sentimental tapping into a holiday season
that has always resonated peace and good will

© 2015 TrilbyYates

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