Coffee at the Writing Hour

The coffee is calling
Pour the water
Pour the water
Pour the water
Drip, drip, drip
The smell haunts me
I pick up the pot
Pour the coffee into my cup
The steam rising above
The smell percolates
The insides of my nostrils
A dab of cream
The spoon dances and spins
It’s almost time.

My favorite cup
Warm in my hands
The smooth rich blend
To my lips
It’s my favorite time
Coffee at the writing hour
Life is quiet
Everyone is waiting
For the sun to rise
The business to begin
But we wait
Cup in hand
Coffee to lips
A sip
One more
We start

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