Featured poem of September 2021

Lingering Winter's Cup

By Cynthia Hahn

I put on my coat of coffee

from the inside out.

Morning pours its cream through my veins,

while dark beans flutter about like bats.

The aroma is warm and just bitter enough:

a lingering winter, my hands on the cup.

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