Thursday, June 11, 2015

Mimi - Mona Poetry: Coffee

©Coffee

Mimi Wolske
All Rights Reserved




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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