Monday, February 16, 2009

Java

Hot
cup in hand
fills my belly with warm—
Nose takes in its past,
tropic sun, musty, fertile soil,
beans roasting slowly, turning black—
Morning now
Complete.
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1 comment:

Wanda said...

I'd like a cup, please.

February 16, 2009 at 2:29 PM

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