Those ugly 12 minutes
of waiting
and desperately waiting
with tepid fingers shaking
listening to the cries
of the coffee machine
churning, churning
percolating those grounds
into the first coffee
of the morning.
Those bleary eyes
just staring hopefully
that weary body
and dreary brain
wanting to wake up
but itβs never quick enough
"the cries/of the coffee machine"
I thought of percolators reading this. Not grains of sand through the hour glass, filters stained with coffee grounds . ~(:D)-
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