Coffee Cup

Dec 4

Poetry by Jamil Adas
Photo by Hans Ripa

Earth sprout in a bean
we long for your nectar
Clean dirt rinsing filth
we long for your trance

Seed in moist shaded,
pregnant for 3 years
till the cherry pops in-
labour hands

Sun sparks the wet out
and leaves bitter in
Shining black diamond
Earth birth coffee bean

Finally,
after infinite toil
the coffee ritual ends
in Karen’s cup.

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Ghazal