A slice of bread
and a cup of
coffee

or perhaps
tea

tea for
two

- or perhaps
three

coffee in the
morning to
wake me up

tea in the afternoon
for the pure pleasure
of drinking tea

writing a poem
- or perhaps
four

maybe even
many more

the words
just come
so easily
sometimes

guess that's
when I'm
in the flow

it feels good

to sit here
by the
kitchen table

with a cup of coffee
and a slice of bread

- poets gotta eat too

I look out the window
down to the street
people rushing to work
from A to B - while some
sit silently under a tree
perhaps thinking about
a lost love - or a newly
found love
- what do I know?

I will eat the rest
of the slice of bread
and make the bed
before I start the day

poetry and a cup of coffee
that's about as good as it gets

and to me

- that is just perfect