WIER's Cool Poem of the Week - Vancouver Vancouver Starbucks has invaded.
Thousands rush to devour cups of mochas and cream.
Woven wearing suits inhale bitter coffee between morning aerobics and work. In front of the art gallery, teenagers mingle on the steps, conversing with music, clothing and the sip, the sip of lattes. An aging mutt is chained to the pole of a bus stop. On his lower back, his golden hair is burnt ends singed by the hot sweat of coffee.