Alone With My Coffee

April 26, 2018
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Coffee streams

onto the grass.

Dark brown liquid

slowly seeps

its way

through the soft

soil. Steam mixes

with green, a 

never ending river

flowing into

the place

where all beings

grow. Only

I notice

the grass has

begun to cry

bitter tears. Only

I notice

that my coffee

has spilled.

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