Misty breath, door squeaks.
Burbling voices steam into cups
Fill our sails with ideas.
Haiku #1: Coffee House
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Misty breath, door squeaks.
Burbling voices steam into cups
Fill our sails with ideas.
Hard festooned cumulus
Riding like boats across the azure sky
On a torrent of air sliding off the mountains
Washing running churning over the
Shaking corn fields like a flood
Bringing whispers of rumors that fall is near.
The sumac overhears and blushes.
Penelope and I linger
Apples and cheese, a last meal
Before we separate once again.
In cars like pebbles
Rolling across the bottom of the flow.