Coffee
with my name
on it
After staying up past midnight (3:00 AM East Coast time) this was poetry to me.
For something more lyrical, check out Poetry Friday, hosted this week by The Miss Rumphius Effect.
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Coffee
with my name
on it
Since moving to the country, I have missed my dear friend, The Starbucks Coffee. Pumpkin Spice Latte Season will begin soon...
ReplyDeleteYes, coffee is an unfailing best friend. Odes are well-deserved.
ReplyDeleteBless you both for commenting on my rather lame Poetry Friday post. I didn't plan ahead and take the right resources with me to feature the poem that I had wanted to. But then again, I warned everyone from the start that with me, you'll get the trivial and the profound, the composed Sara AND the punk rocker.
ReplyDeletePlus, I'm trying to blog loosely over the next few days. Not to feel that I have to produce polished prose, but to post impromptu updates from the road as they happen. Later, I plan to go back and digest what I'm hearing and learning and share that with all of you, too.
I am headed off on vacation and I am without a laptop. Blog-withdrawl is sure to follow. Pray for me...
ReplyDeleteHave a great vacation, Amy! See you when you get back...
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