Annette Gagliardi

Java Jumble

Dawn’s Brew Above the whipped-cream spiral lacing my morning coffee, I see dawn stroll between branches of early mist like souls unseen. Shades of purple color the morning sky. I yawn and stretch to escape sleep and sigh. Ever-so soft and slow slips today’s streaming, on its steadfast journey— sans my dreaming.       I smell my

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