An ode to coffee - one of my favorite things to do and drink.
The Dregs
I have come to the end of my cup.
I see the leavings and little bits of things
Lying against the sides and
In the pit of this porcelain pool.
I did not think that such things,
Like coffee grounds and fuzz,
Dwelled at the bottom of such
A divine and able vessel.
They cling desperately to every surface
As if begging not to be consumed.
But I am not tempted by the traces of
This once glorious beverage.
I don’t want them.
Nor do I need the dried trails
Of coffee.
I want something even greater than it’s predecessor
I want the sweet lazy sugar,
Slow to dissolve,
That still lingers in the basin
Simply waiting to be devoured.
I take out my spoon
As if to say,
“I am done and shall not have any more,”
Then I lunge.
And savor
The sweetest part of the cup,
The best and the last,
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