The poetry of place


And so I take my final sips

amidst the papers, pen, and books

strewn about my thinking space, amidst

the groupings of fours and sixes

laughing within the steamed windows

of this warm spiced haven where

the company one keeps matters,

where the feelings that arise

are born of the deeper joys,

the lasting nourishment of friendships

wrought of a life shared as freely

as the coffee flows into mugs raised

to this simple glory.

c. MperiodPress


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