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Coffee is back

Many years as distant friends

have collapsed in a blink

and sank into a hot cup that reassures

my hand and my wild thoughts.

Regret tastes not good

to me and is a dish I do not order.

Even a cup of coffee can be half full.

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Paper cup with no logo

One hand is occupied

Nu the heart and craze of coffee.

Cups shout a shop and an addition

But not mine.

I Reuse, I wash, my cup tells my name

And my will to action

Each morning.

Coffee straight from hell

I have no time to wait,

This coffee will never see the room temperature.

I drink quick,

I jump to the next task,

My tongue is burning,

I will taste it later.

Burning hot, you are

My favourite

Coffee straight from hell.

Everyday hunt

Everyday leads me on a treasure hunt
With hints hidden below a coffee cup
And inside an orange.
I zigzag absent-minded while other proceed
Bloody on their metallic rigid tracks.
Resting at last, with my constellation
of secret places And my hands full
And sweaty.

Joy priorities

Renaissance of the heart and the spirit
Happens suddenly
And twists this monochrome day
Of typing and visualizing.
Colleagues and their enthusiasm
anchor me to the ground
And to the needs of reality
While a coffee restore the peace
and priorities for joy.

Instant relaxation

Waiting and thinking
For The moment when the weight is lift.
Years and thoughts full of dust
Leave me.
What took hours, days and months
Can be released in a blink
To the surprise of an old woman
Who thought had seen everything.

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