Starbucks on Blanshard and Fort

Starbucks on Blanshard and Fort
Peanut butter oat bar
Green tea frap
Slowly slowly slowly
Sunday melts away
Religion promulgates detachment
But sometimes the body asks pampering
Green tea frap

And maybe I shall buy a book
The library is closed but maybe I shall buy poety
The bookstore is open and maybe I will buy fiction
The used bookstore, with authors I do not know
The oat bar crumbles in my hand, breaking my reverie