Coffee

She calls it art
And I sustenance
What we have is not 

Different. Souls and 

bodies closing

Around warm
Hands holding 

mugs made real

once breathing 

ideas blowing off

Steam rising new
Sustained artistry

From an artisan’s

Dream of believing

 That Simple things 

contain complexities 

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