A poem for all my fellow morning coffee addicts out there:

Strong coffee
smells like a current
of warm southerly air
in the climate of dawn.
Strong coffee
gets stronger
when poured back
through the grounds.
Opaque,
thick, hot, bitter
for waking up,
the caffeine
pumps through your center,
stains your mouth with morning,
with going to work,
surprises you
with your own
breath.

“Strong Coffee” by Anne Higgins from At the Year’s Elbow. © Mellen Poetry Press, 2000.

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