Short Arabica Poems

Injera of Africa
Fermented flatbread
Of grain, not arabica
Glory in a bread
Crepe, but not the least
Serve and feast
Teff...

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Coffee.
I may be Arabica ,
I  may be robusta
Take me when you want
I give you satisfaction
Plant me,change your life
Rich you will become,
Yes rich ,I tell you.
Come come plant me, plant me...

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I
order
some coffee –
Americano –
wait with anticipation.
Superheated steam scalds the essence from the beans,
then rising from the cup, that rich fresh-brewed aroma.

I
savour
the vapours –
pure Arabica -
then notice in the saucer
something which I did not order : a biscuit,
yes, cellophane-wrapped an unsolicited biscuit,
the ubiquitous and unsolicited caramelised biscuit !

I
wonder
what’s it worth,
my unsolicited biscuit ?
I’ll send it back and get a refund !...

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