I am Here

Here in a Coffee Cup

I am here
again.
I liked it before.
But moving forward,
or backward.
A sideways glance
over by the newspaper stand,
grabbing a cup of coffee,
from a youth also smitten
by the curve of her neck,
like a swan,
but better,
like a swan made of
chocolate and honey
She's got memories
dripping from her
Some damn sweet memories and
her coffee cup.
It's a stout creature.
Not paper.
They'll be here as well.
I am here
again.
I liked it before.
This time is better.

written for the april poem-a-day every-once-in-a-while exercise

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