A city on a Sound, sounds of cars,
And sound coffee – steaming and inspiring;
The Stars and Bucks have galloped from afar
Into our sonnet, under city spires.
She stood amidst the crowd and the noise,
And rose above them both – with her demeanor,
A Goddess in disguise…her eyes, her voice
And brush of hand were mine, for but a minute.
The trolley bus on Pine just sped along…
Within, like northern pines, my heart was pining…
The beauty in this city was galore:
Of pretty trees and pretty girls - an empire.
And whispered gently slender birch trees in the garden:
“We hope you meet again this Starbucks Goddess…”