Thursday, June 11, 2015

Mimi - Mona Poetry: Coffee


Mimi Wolske
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The dregs from the
unfiltered pot,
as dark as the night sky
when there is no light,
were divided among 
the tulips, the crocuses,
and the morning glories;
but it's my lovely
Bird of Paradise
that doesn't tuck 
itself in at bedtime.

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