Poetry Scrap

Bedtime thoughts

Haunted pleasantly by images of coffee
Coffee pots and porcelain mugs
Tea pots and cups of tea on saucers
Milk being poured into amber tea
A Sugar bowl
The phiss and phuss of esspresso machines
Black oil dribbling into a tiny white cup
The aromatics of infusions
Astringency in first taste
Waking to a blasting jet
Ideas pouring free
Molten ideas on a frigid morning.

- M. Oropeza


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