A Summer Saturday Morning
Sitting outside, at the coffee shop, writing this poem.
Sitting outside,
at the coffee shop,
writing this poem.
Bright colored umbrellas
sprouting from glass tables
reaching for the sky.
I sip my beverage,
my dru…
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