This is a truly ironic poem. I noticed it after writing it – because even though there are major crimes that go on in these countries (including the USA) I would wish to think that the coffee cup brings out the best of different cultures. Blame it on being naive, but it is a wish that I have. That somehow this bean is something that all people can relate on – unpretentious and simple. But obviously I know that where money goes follows corruption and tragedies of humanity. So I write this about the cafe – where people come to join. I have never been to Kenya, Ethiopia, Guatemala, or Mexico all that I do know about these places extend from my love of coffee. So here it is a simple poem trying to look at the brighter side of things and enjoy – best served with a pour over. Cheers!

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The Gathering Cup

Kenya, Ethiopia, Guatemala, and Mexico

Gather here in this sacred place

Where aroma lifts slowly off frothed steel jugs

Dripping water slowly and carefully

Tender caress with no mistake

Roasting perfect and smooth

Lifts the mind and body

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Brought back to the clanging of changing cups

Clearing out old liquids to make room for new

Splashing hot water into cracks and cleansing

Banging of tin and steel

Bringing out the thoughts of perfection

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Conversations spiral softly and incoherent

Lips embrace subtle rounded porcelain

A gathering room for stories of wild fields

Both near and far

Take these memories where you are

The electricity huzzes and buzzes

Soft as a bee landing in the hive

Settling the feet ever so gentle

Charging the ice makers and MP3 players

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A meeting place for like-minded

Or adverse minded

No one really minds

On certain days Matt will make a particularly good brew

Done with care to temperature and form

With pure focus

Now I return to my gathering cup

To the flavors of Kenya, Ethiopia, Guatemala, and Mexico

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Rejoice