COFFEE
Oily, brown beans
kept sealed in the freezer
clatter into the grinder
like brown pearls, glistening
the whir of the blades
drowns all conversation
loose brown powder
spills into the white paper sleeve
fresh water in a clear urn
poured quickly into the reservoir
flip a switch, a pungent smell
invades the room
it's heady aroma
calls forth the zombies
led by their noses
one by one they
shuffle into the kitchen
grab their favorite cup
a splash of milk in this one
a dollop of cream in that one
strong brown gold
hidden in a little brown bean
jumpstarts the morning!
Janice Kuykendall
Arpil 6, 2012
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