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Ode to Coffee

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It is early.
6:07, to be exact.
I rise before the sun does, shuffle to the kitchen, flick on the light,
And begin my day
With a pot of coffee.

As the coffee maker gurgles and spits,
The familiar aroma takes a seat beside me
The strong, savory scent is a delightful comfort
Like a friend’s embrace

The trickle
stops.
I brim my mug with the dark nectar
And take my first sip.

Sweet coffee,
Your warmth eases my throat
Your flavor pinches my tongue
You taste bright and bitter, and bitter and bright
With a light spice that is just right

And when I reach the blue bottom of my mug
My eyes realize that
They are awake.




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