Coffee House
~
The bliss of French-roast steam, arising,
gives me a moment to compose...
The thought of just one sip invites me
to close my eyes, and then transpose
It warms my thoughts, while I’m surmising...
It wakes my senses, then down it goes…
to thaw my brain, and warm my toes
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