Coffee
Steam, a flare, dark black.
Swaying and smiles.
Nodding away and ripple crashes;
Moving slowly, yet everlasting.
The aroma piques of old,
Hammer, the chisel; upon the stone.
Memories fathom, deep in oceans.
Sailors drift, a sinking ship.
I just stir. Dreaming, Thinking.
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