Café

A reflective poem

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Sitting in the cradle
of a wooden chair

gazing at my reflection
rolling its energy
into a deeply coiled ball
in my cup of cappuccino,

I begin to mourn for
budding lilacs
the way an ancient soccer ball

longs for rude kicks,
slowly sipping my days away,

while others
charged with electric passion

chew
into their lives.