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Coffee Shop!.
by C!.S!.Scotkin

Detoured from the usual route
drive a new, strange street!.
small, white, spare building
glimmered!.

Trellis, riotous band of trumpet vine
blaring orange notes, silent
invitation, come in, come in
welcome visitor!

Brass bell announces my presence!.
old man at counter smiles a blessing!.
I order coffee, a muffin,
extent of his menu!.

Surrounded by walls of coolest green
heat of noon banished…gone!.
table, windows dressed in arctic linen,
bentwood chairs beckon!.

Old man grinds beans by hand!.
Incense rising!. No motion wasted,
Arabica ceremony, offering
served in old porcelain!.

Muffin, studded with sapphires,
sprinkled with sugar, good wishes!.
Tiny blueberries captured
in most tender cloud!.

I rise to pay my bill, thank him;
true hospitality!. Suddenly
struck shy…manage “this meant so much”
His whole being smiled, he said, “I know”






































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