tea time

The icy skeleton
of my former starbucks
chai tea latte
pools on the desk
in a heap of
muggy condensation
the logo's goddess now appears forlorn
at her sudden transparency

oh how i feel her loss!

and still
theres beauty
in the empty clarity of loss
beauty in the organization
of a system left wanting
for virtue and life

hope in the relic of past potential
and of future goodness