Coffee Solitude


Ah, bliss

Just a whiff of mist rising 

licking my waiting lips.

This fragrant kiss

too rich to resist.

still I linger

Watching a finger of steam rise,

A swirling cirrus blurring the blue 

And lifting my eyes

to rippling sky loud with clouds 

tossing sparrow song, crow clamor

and inner chatter


A moment of wonder

winging, singing, flinging me

into caffeinated gratitude.

Solitude Ah, bliss.

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