Coffee Poem by Josephine Lauderdale

Coffee



In time it will come
Gray like in matter
Think-waiting to melt
Like whipped cream on coffee
Dulling the sharpness of the black
With floating bits

Of wisdom and worry

Starting at the top
Dripping down
To spend time in the middle
Changing color

Reaching for the bottom
But swimming to the top

Again it pours

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