Just bought my second Starbucks drink of the day:
Coffee frap with whip cream.
Whip cream because, when asked by the barista, I replied,
"Well I can't say no to whip."
Now I'm watching bodies move along
the pavement and gutters that
hold waste of those less fortunate.
I gather myself
for a drive to Santa Rosa
over the Golden Gate
because life doesn't pause, wallow.
It continues, unencumbered.
Even after days of white walls
and empty corridors.