Coffee on Friday morning
I pour leftover coffee into the percolator. Watch the little window to make sure I don't overfill the pot. Place the empty basket inside then put on the lid. Plug in the cord. I stand listening to the perk, smile. I inhale the aroma as I return to the living room.
black gold warmed over
the percolator glistens
a new day begins
Labels: coffee, coffee poem, Haibun
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