National Poetry Month: Day #20

Oh, how I wish I had another Sunday, a day of rest ...

This Longing

"Take this longing from my tongue..." — Leonard Cohen

No cup of coffee does
when sweet tea, blond with cream,
brews in the brain
as the cure
for the hollow,
the drop through the floor,
the feeling like someone pulled
the plugs and squeezed
to rush the soul right out of you
like stale air escaping, sending bubbles
to the surface like a letter
written in a language
the receiver cannot read.

©2004 L.A. Smith.