Morning Coffee
He takes his early morning coffee
Strong and black
Seated on the balconet or decking
Sun bleached and worn smooth by
Countless pairs of feet but then
Who’s counting….
The scent of warm croissant and
Something musky rises steady
From the open kitchen door
Below and for once the wind chimes
Hang silent
Only bees are busy here it seems
This morn….
Better wrap it up my buttercup
He smiles and thinks beyond himself
One day I shall count those
Daisies on the lawn
Be sure not to forget me
Not yet
He takes his early morning coffee
Strong and black
But drinks it on his own….