Breakfast And Snow Poem by Joan Xie

You brought me this morning
not a bittersweet mocha
but an over roast black.

Then, what? what's new?
Is cold weather enveloping our shared life
Or isn't?

All news intricately is the bad news:
In downtown between Chamber and Worth street,
a crane fell, killed several passersby.
one of them is a Google engineer
who is on the way to become the father
of a love child.Now he is killed, his widow
will soon go to the estate court to fight her share
against his later mistress, assuming that he has
enough assets to be split between two female mouths.

Snow fall
soft and white
on black cedar branches

as you pour milk
slowly into my cup.