Semi-Random Reflections

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Brown paper bag, lighthouse on the label; am I the ship or the rocks? Lace-patterned pewter spoon. Clear French press through which to view the ceiling lights on the grinder’s stainless blades.

Lightening of the bag; makeshift maraca. Crunching vibrations of powdering beans. Steam from the kettle; ethereal blanket for unsteady hands. Twitching eye, spinning head, leveling out as copper veins marble the water.

Ceramic mug clinks on laminate counter, softly, lest it takes another chip. Gurgling coffee in the cup, rising pitch with rising fullness. Belabored breath becomes a steady sigh to take the burning off the warmth.

Roasted scent of cleansing ashes. Caramel creamer tells the beans the sugar’s known the fire too. 

Sweetly bitter floral hints.

“One more day of doing this.”