Do you summon my image
in that steaming cup of coffee?
Do you remember me as a time
of the day or as a street we used
to walk through- hand in hand?
Do you hearken back to our youth
-when the world was as edge-less
as our imagination?
Stir your coffee
Take a sip
Lift it to your lips
Do you recollect my face gliding
through wisps of steam?
Sip your coffee….
….bring me back to life
Real Toads– Remember me as a time of the day – Explosions in the Sky