The ever satisfactory coffee with cream
Marlboro Sunday morning smoke
Circling my tosselled, from last night, hair
Still somewhat sleepy
In a half dream
Settling into this poured out morning
Much like the cream
Velvety smooth in my cup...
I snake my way through thoughts
Leftovers, last night's banquet
Finding myself fully fed
With really no need for caffeine
As this morning's pick-me-up
A wonderful! I like your crafty use of the for they really resonate well with.Please welcome this...my sign of peace.
Ah, the bracing caffeine of everyday life! Nice write my poet friend.
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Satisfaction is spilling from your hearty poetry cup. Nicely penned.