Category: coffee/tea
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The quietude of wet
3 am, dishes washed clothes in dryer butter in coffee come sit and watch night from my porch smell the wet of moldy leaves damp soil and warm coffee the frost of autumn comes late in the South and that’s okay light rain drips – sparkles in trees asphalt can’t suppress crushed stone’s glisten only…
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Waiting
in the dusk before dawn fog halos street lights water drips from trees two students wait on corner for the school bus to come I wait for a friend to stop by for coffee rain waits for no one 10-29-19
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Burning soul
Chilly Saturday morning stale coffee warms in microwave Last night you watched a poet self-immolate on stage Heard words crackling in the fire smelled flesh sizzling like bacon You sat transfixed until nothing but ash remained on stage And still you wanted more part of you want to hug her Part you wanted to flee…
My husband's poetry 