COFFEE

I pray for my country that it not buy the truckloads of horse manure being peddled by dishonest felons. . . . Meanwhile, I wait for enlightenment and drink coffee.
Garrison Keillor


Because drinking coffee is the reason to get up
every morning. Because it is bitter, and that’s
the way I like it. Because the reliable sun
percolates the woods, pours light from east
to west, an endless carafe. Because each day
is a fresh new start, revised as the sky
after rain. Because my mug is full
of dark goodness, and the day is a clean
blank sheet. Because despite the blather
on the television and internet, there is still coffee.
~Barbara Crooker
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