#45 of 365 – “crushed coffee beans”

“crushed coffee beans”

 

it is early,

and I feel

uncooperative

and mean

 

dragging

around

like I’m stuck

in between

 

this morning’s

reality

and last night’s

bad dreams

 

my thoughts,

vague and colorless

as if behind

a muted screen

 

not sure

any of my ideas

and actions

will convene

 

all remedied though,

by the potent nectar

of crushed

coffee beans

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About Blackbird

Poet, sculptor, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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