I have always loved the simmering
of a freshly brewed cup of coffee.
It has an aroma that fills the blank spaces
within my mind, and makes sense
of the nonsense that I write.
Sugar and cream go well,
though Chet Baker does fine,
with some morning sunlight or
an evening breeze as
Liquid Ambers waltz outside.
Andrew Venegas
San Jose
SJSU
poetry
A drawer to put my thoughts in.
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I just drank a cup of coffee and that poem suddenly makes sense. thanks
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