#45 of 365 – “crushed coffee beans”

“crushed coffee beans”


it is early,

and I feel


and mean




like I’m stuck

in between


this morning’s


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

About Blackbird

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