At Starbucks

Holly Guran is the author of Twilight Chorus (Main Street Rag), the chapbooks River Tracks (Poets Corner Press) and Mothers' Trails (Noctiluca Press) and the collection River of Bones (Iris Press). A Massachusetts Cultural Council finalist award (2012), Holly is a member of the Jamaica Pond Poets, and has been a presenter at the Massachusetts Poetry Festival. Each summer Holly attends the Joiner Institute for the Study of War and Social Consequence where writing workshops host veterans and others. Her publications include Salamander, Poet Lore, Poetry East, Westchester Review, U.S. Worksheets 1, and she was a featured poet in The Aurorean and Bellowing Ark.
Holly lives with her husband, Philip and their dog, Ginger, and enjoys visits with children and grandchildren.

You can read more of Holly’s poetry on her website: www.poetry-holly-guran.vpweb.com/

At Starbucks

Crabapple blossoms fly in the breeze.
Pollen casts its snow.
Let me walk from where I’ve been
toward places I do not know.

The air is cool readying for rain
and darkness that will spread
to dim the bright blooms’ promises,
even send the spirit to bed.

I sit with my cup of java
through Louie’s and Billie’s sets
and scat the alphabet for rhymes—
the downpour’s not arrived yet.