With sleepy minds we push the gas
We deliver heavy backpacks and tiny kids
In a flurry of hurries and I love you's
And. Then.
A wafting mocha breeze
Occupies our anxieties, soothes.
The SUV steers itself confidently
It's daily pilgrimage, it's Mecca
Just ahead. A simple green circle
It's a yin and yang of addiction
and contentment all steamed to perfection
In your cardboard cup, want and need
All tangled up on the holy ground
We call Starbucks.
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