Coffee

by Christos Polydorou

It is a ritual,
a set of steps,

which,
if followed,

will carry you
to the desired

result.
Pile the cafetiere

with single origin
coffee, and place it

on a hot stove.
The moment

in which you
peak open

the lid
to see

nothing there
yet

is unmistakeably
human.

Patience is
key.

Time is of the
essence.

Here now
the flash of brown

hot liquid
pouring into

your cup,
the one with the

handpainted bird
on it.

It used to be
quite red.

Writers praise
the virtues

of coffee.
As do I.

Here comes
another poem

inspired
by that energy,

that fuel,
that force.

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