Watching Coffee Bubbles Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Watching Coffee Bubbles



Looking into my cup, watching bubbles circle and swirl,
changing pictures right there in my coffee.
So many images coming into view, now slowly disappearing within coffee's black depths, leaving me writing this poem in memory of this little episode of bubbles with my morning cup.

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