The Sip

The Sip

A Poem by snowyno

he set the grind to fine

twelve cups

overfilled the grinder with

Sulawesi bold

he ground them up

shook the grinder

and ground them more

he tipped it over like a

burnt igloo

onto the bleached filter

room temp water after

a twenty second pre run

poared slowly into the pot

he pushes the button

strong

he looks at her back

and hears the click click

of the keys

he smiles to himself

she'll feel the love

in the first sip

she takes three sips

back to back

"It's good, Good and strong."

© 2008 snowyno


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nice. I have this sneaking suspicion you make some really good coffee. I can really almost taste it now and the love in it. good job.

Posted 15 Years Ago


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