Coffee Thoughts

Blueberry handpie

crumbly bits left on my lips

coffee, thoughts, and talks

the window seat, most welcome

with views of the village street.

A blanket of snow

rolling slowly off the back

of my old farm cat.

Monograph pages

each margin exists for me

to mark with my pen

quick scribbles cast in short-hand

the last safe place for questions.

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