I wrote an ode to coffee once.
Oh, it was many
years ago.
I loved it then.
I love it now.
Some things just
don’t change.
We tease and flirt
and pick and choose.
Infatuations come
and go.
But coffee is my
constant consort.
Our destiny seems
prearranged.
Simple beans
ground into a pulp
Release a
fragrance so sublime,
Takes me to a
special place
So mellow it
should be a crime.
And when the
water, hot and steamy
Filters and
decants its measure
I defer to sweet
surrender
Savoring my tasty
treasure.
Yes, I know this
trifling ditty
May seem silly,
even sappy,
But it goes
without rebuke that
Coffee always
makes me happy.
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