Reading My Coffee With You
Reading my coffee o’er a cup of poetry
or is it the other way ‘round
None-the-less, order to which I subscribe
no greater joy can be found
Thinking my lines while writing my thoughts
starts a new day with intent
Empathy, justice and sorrow and love
freely are borrowed and lent
One cup of poetry is not enough
some days, I simply need two
Those are the days that I beckon my muse
reading my coffee with you
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