poeming on tuesday

Looking out of the Window at Starbucks

at all the green outside;
rain and rain and more rain,
making up for our lack of snow.
The sun breaks free of the haze
and catches me unaware.
I'm waiting for my love, whose dentist
is across the street. My caramel
macchiato steams.  The top remains
nestled in the orange purse I bought
last week, the first in a year and a half.
I can protest my minimalism all I want,
but the cessation of buying new purses
shows the slow-down: "the thrill is gone."
I am consuming less.
                                I am happier.
I am finding myself outside of belonging.