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A quaint picture ~ sitting alone with the sky still dark ~ having that first cup of coffee. Realistic and endearing.

The kind of poem that's so easy to read at 6 in the morning with that coffee;

It's clear, clean and direct,

Pleasingly easy on a mind still filled with webs,

Readying it for its later work on more somber words.

This poem was mentioned in Wednesday's New Poems Reviews.