September 21

The Coffeehouse

The Coffeehouse

I smelled it, and knew it.

It hung softly in the are, the deep smell of

Coffee

 

I felt it, and knew it.

It was warm and worn, the chair’s

Fabric

 

I saw it, and knew it.

It was swirling twirling, the coffee’s

Steam

 

I heard it, and knew it.

It was a splurging surging, that machine that made

Espresso

 

I tasted it, and knew it.

A smooth strong earthy flavor of

Coffee

 

I knew it, and knew it.

I liked all those

Scents, Feels, Sights, Sounds, Tastes, and Thoughts


Posted September 21, 2018 by Elizabethp7 in category Uncategorized

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