Treasure Island

Joseph Narusiewicz

(9/29/50 / So St Paul, Minnesota)

It Must be the Coffee


Swirling wind in summer heat
Rain has left the world green
Morning comes like a gentle blue
Palpable rivers flow in my soul
Dappled with clouds
Fresh Costa Rican coffee
Your poetry like a tight dress
Sometimes I feel like a dragon
A fire breathing dragon

It must be the coffee

Submitted: Friday, June 28, 2013
Edited: Saturday, June 29, 2013

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