Beans

The longest minutes
waiting for the coffee to cool
a cautious sip
to feel its bitter heat
sweep across the tongue
alert warmth rushing down
setting the impatient belly aglow
awakening the lungs
to the new dawn air
the world of possibilities
of renewal
gulped deeply, finally
senses erupt
a sudden world of vibrant color
greens, purples and reds on the hillside
dark roasted black
in the white paper cup
passing through the slit in the lid
into me
like a pencil into a sharpener
but the pencil is gnawed to a nub
and the gears of the sharpener
lethally honed
continue to grind the fruits
of cheap South American labor

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