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Poem of the Week  goldenbabe - the_coffee_shop   Jan. 5th, 2009 | 09:15 pm     Morning Specter By Jari Thymian These coffee beans, crushed to small flecks, forgot their former shape and texture, but rise at daybreak to the glass observatory seeing flashes of light in geysers of hot water, percolating, rising lively, saying, "Wait, wait," wanting to float in the spectrum, stretch the wavelengths before sinking, pulled by undertows, to the filter for rejuvenation, where color and character sweep through porous membrane, flavoring the warm ocean, where they willingly surrender to new vessels.      Link   2 of the customers - Pour a cup   <<< top >>>