Sweet jasmine flower
grown in the horn of Africa
whose boiled leaves
produce an elixir
of magic.

Bitter mud,
the first swallow of the day
burns the tongue
and scalds tender passages.

Fragrantly rich and warm
the scent beckons the weary
to sit and unwind
and breathe.

Dark roasted fingers
nimbly pick ripe red cherries
from the yellow and green.

Pampered brew,
with shrines in every mall,
thousands come daily
to pay you homage.

To sweeten
or not to sweeten?
That is the question.

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DAY SIX:   Write a poem that looks at the same thing from various points of view.

 

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