Ode to a Bean

Very worn out post-holiday, so I am sharing this again as a little pick-me-up. How are you doing?

db mcneill - Momsomniac

Ode to a Bean

for Dan and Dan of Fojo Beans

I found a poem in a cup.

It was hot, I drank it up.

When the poem was smooth and brown,

it was good.

I drank it down.

When the poem was hot and black,

it called to me.

I threw it back.

When the poem was sweet and mild,

I held it gently, like a child.

The poem flowed – gentle, quiet –

moving moments, day from night.

It warmed me and it woke me up.

I found a poem in a cup.

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