warmed porcelain mug, love,
disguised as morning coffee
a crutch in the eyes of herbal ministers,
but in the pupil of a coffee lover
shines a magic glow only those
who tip the javaed mug with joy unbridled
will ever exhibit openly, will ever know
this coffee fix which opens up the dawn
with writing fluid, a help when inspirations
become marooned; joy spills hot and sweet
cavorting a jazzy gesture, one of tangible freedom
9/13/11
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