Poetry Winners
Love Is . . .
Third Place, Poetry
Daniel Krall
Fiction & Poetry Contest 2005
You bring to me
a steaming stoneware vessel
filled with potable alertness
dark as bitter chocolate
twice as rich.
Thick earthy fragrance
invigorates my inhale
I smile and sip smoky fresh
brewed joe hand ground
by you, my wholesome hero.
You wink at me, then turn
and walk away.
What kind of third-rate
joint is this that I
don’t even get
a refill?