A short poem written about a wonderful local cafe. They put out a call for people to post some poetry about them on their facebook page, and I decided to write a little something.
The fragrance of coffee, a rich atmosphere
in which the hum of conversation and machines
rises and dips and swells, a tide
under the direction of a hundred tiny moons.
It's a sea that holds
a thousand flavors - bitter and sweet,
cold and hot, dark and light.
Come taste it, sit under a canopy of stars and
be refreshed, revitalized, refueled,
in this small but welcoming, warm world
that can be found, always,
in a Blue Moon.
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