......The Poetry Of.
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J. Kevin Wolfe ....................
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Bosnian Coffee ....................
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Grind beans to graphite. ....................
'Not fine enough' Mensura says ....................
Mohammud's chuckle rumbles ....................
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Roast half-a-minute in the pot. ....................
Gilded handle arches ....................
Pot smalls at the brim ....................
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A teaspoon heap for each half-demitasse. ....................
'Refuge tore ....................
the shirts off our backs ....................
This ritual of coffee ....................
is all we could carry' ....................
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Add half-a-pot of boiling water. Stir. ....................
A froth tans the surface ....................
'Blood's not this thick' ....................
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Add the other half. ....................
Mohammud lights a Drina ....................
It demures in his hand ....................
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Secrete blackvenom into thimbles. ....................
The oil's skin rises ....................
into a rainbow of indigoes ....................
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Don't let it sit. ....................
'Bean ghosts grow bitter' ....................
His laugh thunders ....................
It frightens the Drina's smoke ....................
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Place two sugar cubes beside each. ....................
Sockheads bombed his house ....................
They missed his laugh ....................
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Dip the diamonds. Nibble. ....................
War gnawed Sarajevo ....................
His dirty jokes kept them sane ....................
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Swig the silt. Repeat at 4pm. ....................
Specks pepper the bottom ....................
and haunt the cup ....................
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Infidelity
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Ethel I thought I'd stop by... ....................
Henry what are you doing here? ....................
-Oh hello dear ....................
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You told me ....................
you put on your best sweater ....................
for a lodge meeting ....................
-I'm having tea dear ....................
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Tea? With Ethel? ....................
-Mildred ....................
.. We're not having sex ....................
.. We're having tea ....................
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Henry ....................
You're not capable ....................
of sex anymore ....................
You're capable ....................
of tea ....................
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Drown Out
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God tries to fill ....................
a church with light ....................
He never ....................
succeeds ....................
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Or maybe ....................
He uses darkness ....................
to accent ....................
His point ....................
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The windows ....................
bleed sun ....................
It drowns out ....................
the pastor ....................
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shifts focus ....................
from the sermon ....................
to Himself ....................
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A hundred souls ....................
sequestered in pews ....................
None listen ....................
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Each wonders ....................
what God is doing ....................
on His day off ....................
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