Coffee in its Place
What delight greets me
Over early cups of coffee
Strong drinks cannot produce the
Grounding you conjure up
Coffee takes its lowly place as ancient words build onto a house
Words of beauty and pain
Axe to wood, hammer to nail
I am the house, you my foreman
Houses don’t have capacity for establishing themselves
Wages of labor lose themselves over
A builder working for free
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I like the rhymes that extend through the beginning word in line five, then internal with(beauty)(capacity)(free). The assonance (a) in lines five through eleven will be unnoticed by many readers, but this poem is well crafted and I don’t even like coffee.
What he said Bethany! Glad you are writing with us!