21 february 2013
Poem: Morning Coffee
Morning coffee percolates
beneath my weary eyelids,
as my flesh angrily screams
for its daily stimulant;
scents of French Vanilla
permeate and freshen
the staleness of my kitchen.
Evaluations of the new day
will have to wait until my cup
has been completely emptied…
of its liquid gold.
Joseph J. Breunig 3rd
September 2012
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