For The Man Who Makes Coffee

There is a coming ice age
And we decided not hibernate
We face the teeth of winds
we survive
to prepare yourself for the bleak winter is no ordeal
a Gor-Tex here, a parka there
To ready yourself to prepare takes true skill

There is a man
He is an outfitter for preparation
For one must have the deluge in a paper cup
One must have the aroma attached to one’s nostrils
One must taste the words that give way to endless musings

If one is not going to hibernate

-James Bauerle