Dawn Roused
The night space is still slumbering
Its vast dark mouth wide open
Like a monster's black yawn
The higgledy-piggledy teeth twinkling out
Sickle-moon sneering at my lure
Rousing dawn's gusto by a quick cafe au lait
I rise before the sun rises
My modus-operandi to precede the sequel
4A.M a hush-hush wake up
Right in the kitchen for an invigorating coffee
Pea berry grounds put into the filter
Pressed gently, in poured the scalding water
Plop plop like the rain drop
In the receptacle decoction dripping
Eying around readily boil milk
An esoteric mix of my secret coffee ready
Sip and swig the frothy java
The aroma savoring my nasal and throat
In glides so fresh ere anybody else wakes up
poem by Indira Renganathan
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