POETRY

a sign of age

I like black coffee 

a knowingness stirs within me 

(I am growing old) 

I never liked it this way before 

maybe it’s a sign

I used to watch white haired women 

sip their black coffee with dinner and think

how? 

but now 

I am one of them 

I gulp down my breakfast blend 

black 

I guess I like the taste of bitterness 

in my mouth 



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