The ship’s steam rises, swelling
as water rushes into its cavity.
The portly belly
fills with liquid energy,
puffing and chugging,
it brims over with magic.
Coffee cascades into the pot
like water rushing to fill
a ship’s wake,
like a desert rain,
ready to be soaked up
by my sleep deprived
body.
Poured into a mug,
the savory liquid,
bitter and burning,
pacifies my tongue,
awakens my mind,
only stalling long enough
for a ship in harbor to unload.
Emptied.
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