San Francisco was my favorite place
I loved to get a hot drink
From the Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf
Always picking my shiny silver mug
Sporting their simple logo
The perfect size, and grip,
An opening with optimal flow
No weak dribbling drip
I know I'll never find another like it
We met there that day
Instead of at My Love's favorite spot
The one with the bagels, closer to his digs
I don’t have work, so we went out to play
It’s a luxury, but we took the trolley
I wore my favorite coat that day
The wool one with the pink-lined hood
I hopped jauntily up onto the line
Felt his hand tighten around mine
Heart racing
My Love's always been fun
Quick with a funny word
It only took him one leap to reach the back
While I gingerly stepped over
At least a dozen legs
Just as I make it to the edge
The overhead jolts into use
Motion sent me toppling down
Face came inches away
From the gravelly ground
My tumbler tumbled and shook
As, at last, it rolled out of view
A kind hand grasped and righted me anew
Sitting as quickly as space would allow
I thanked the stranger
Looks and applause abound
My Love felt so bad that it wasn’t his hand
All my worries were for my prized coffee chalice
K.B. Silver
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This is based on a memory from when my now husband and I were dating. We lived in the greater San Francisco Bay area at the time. I experience vertigo when moving on platforms, such as buses, escalators, or sidewalks at airports. It’s funny, the thing I remember most clearly about this spell is the coffee cup I lost that day. I still lament losing it from time to time. Seriously, though, to the passenger kind enough to save my face, I remember you also; applause, applause!!! If you can believe it, the trolley in the picture runs the same line we took that day.
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K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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What a lovely, lyrical moment equal parts romance and real life. I hope someday you find another mug worthy of such affection (but maybe not on a trolley ride!)
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