A Tale of Modern Poetry

He walked into the coffee shop.

Tortoise shell-rimmed glasses in one perfect hand

600-pages of a Charles Dickens' classic in his other 

The cover of the book looked like an old library edition of 'A Tale Of Two Cities'.

He ordered a soy latte.

Gosh! So perfect! I wonder if he'll stay for another cup.

He sat down by the window with the natural light. The sun’s rays kissing his cheeks. Holding it like he held his warm cup of coffee.

He rested his glasses on the rugged spine of Dickens and positioned the ivory mug precisely to its side. 

The sun, the steamy java enveloping his face, the thoughtful eyes sunken on his annoyingly perfect face, the generously calming smile. All p e r f e c t.

Then he took his iPhone out, framed the poetic setting, clicked, set a filter, posted to Instagram and left.