It’s What You Do
Aromatic bliss slinks
up my nose as I delicately
sip, the first touch on my tongue
bursts dead tastebuds wide open
These awakened peasants
dance and shout a lively
hallelujah
a resounding ruckus
announcing regal employ
doing significant work
reviving more than flavor
jolting human stalemate
into conscious zest
magical alertness
a fancy how-do-you-do
the goal and allure
of strong black coffee
snipping strings of a puppet
the gift of a running start
Java friend,
you are nectar of life
a dilly of delight
Do your thing
so I can do mine
come what may
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Great poem!
Thanks! 😊