a jolt of
black addiction,
as precious as gold
with a silver smile,
brightening mornings
more with the laughter
than the latte,
she sings
below the hiss of the steam.
Not realizing
that on this bleak Monday morning,
it's me she's singing for.
Voice contagious
with the sunshine
the clouds are hiding,
taking the edge off my June gloom
with the promise
of hot vanilla chai
and a soft sung smile.

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