NaPoWriMo #11

The way the first eleven days of NaPoWriMo have gone:

• have fun all day
• wait until it's getting late
• worry about NaPoWriMo poem
• thumb through flickr
• search for any prompt/writing exercise
• find something
• throw a poem together
• run to bed

:)

Breakfast at Starbucks

Next morning, breakfast
is a quiet affair at Starbucks. It's
a cappucino and a cookie.
It's me sitting in a rainy chair
by the window, breathing in
the flavorful smell of coffee,
editing poems while
jazz rolls through the air softly.
It's the chocolate on my napkin
and me wishing you were here.