Sunday, March 30, 2008

Coffee


The rattling hiss of a coffee maker

converting grinds to liquid

drip, drip

drop

warm comfort in a pot

a sigh for breakfast

and a buzz for brunch


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1 comment:

Lindsey said...

Sarah, this is one of my favorite poems of yours! And I miss you terribly! And WHAT happened to your facebook?!

April 7, 2008 at 4:19 PM

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