Coffee Poem by Kamiel Choi
Coffee
After the boil you wait. Then you pour.
Then you wait again. Three minutes.
And then you press down.
Slowly.
Each morning, I serve myself
a cup of coffee. I smile for my master
who is so free, almost like me
We both saw a full moon last night
and she turned us into a long shadow
so beautiful that I wanted
to dance for it
My master told me: No.
But I danced. Slowly.
It felt like coffee.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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4/24/2024 8:31:23 AM # 1.0.0.1119
You made my morning looking at the setting sun with a peaceful eyes. I love the message passed through here and the way it was carved. Thanks for sharing.