BOB

Posted on June 1, 2015 by | 2 Comments

 

First thing every morning
I think of you making coffee
San Francisco strong, and pray
that a few of our wild gods
go with you on city sidewalks.

I fill the paper filter
that holds the grounds together
with one less scoop than you,
then add a half
to remember you by.

 

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2 responses to “BOB”

  1. Peter Notehelfer | June 1, 2015 at 7:29 am | Reply

    Nice eulogy . . .

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  2. Angeline M | June 1, 2015 at 4:12 pm | Reply

    Missing him already. Beautiful words, John.

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