Asteraceae’s garden greens,
in the swing of her arms,
trusted waving stem.
And there in compost crowns;
Colorida in part; lactuca leaves.
Red seed and lush her spectrum.
In dawn’s floor, a wonder’s varying
eye with compound inflorescences.
Only one, modified calyx florets roam
and made the others.
But today, as old fate’s song;
As—whilst the granule clans dissolve
in the mug, her distinctive blend unfolds.
Intertwined at ease, slowly roasted
medium-dark and smooth.
Ground from grounds and freshly percolated.
My body, fully revived by the rich aroma.
My mind, herein awakened as I took a sip of passionate pleasure.
This poem was published in the 10th Issue of PoeticAfrica magazine.
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