Cold Coffee

 

I made a cup of coffee,

Forgot and walked away.

 

After a while I did recall,

But was too far away.

 

Now I sit in another room

Writing on my paper.

 

I guess I’ll have to warm it up

And drink it a little later.

 

These random musings,

Small but true,

 

Are sorting through my brain,

And that’s the way

 

It percolates

While I watch the rain.

 

©Diane E. Dockum

Apr. 5, 2014