A tin of coffee grounds
In the cupboard
Waiting for the girl
With dark toffee hair
To come and make it
The nice round tin
Coffee grounds within
Finally morning comes
And she pops the lid off
Rubs her tired eyes
As she scoops up grounds
Looking at the sky
The sunshine glow
Peeking through the windows
She opens the drapes
Sun rising slow
She turns on music
The speaker playing jazz
Hearing bacon sizzle
Smelling it as well
She sips upon her coffee
Her friend braiding her toffee
- 9/13/18
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Poetry.
Random3 short story's I had written last year, and a little poetry I have written this week.
