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April 2, 2020 Poem “Bistro”

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 Bistro
  
  
 Early morning. Dew gathers on each bentwood chair,
 on round tabletops near the swept sidewalk.
 Insects are beginning to saw minute music.
  
 Their tunes buzz in early urban air,
 not yet drowned by the metal whines of traffic.
 A striped awning over a glass door. Coffee offerings in chalk
  
 lean on slates near the entrance, work their magic,
 entrance us in, as if by chance, and we talk
 after silence not so companionable. Not that we bare
  
 our souls, nothing like that. Maybe we just wake
 up a little more to each other, to who and what we are,
 exhale our nocturnal worrying, refuse miasma and mild panic.
  
 We perk up at the scents of cold milk and rich, dark brew.
 We’ll come back for lunch. Maybe the stew? For now, Salut!
  
  
 Leslie Schultz

April 12, 2017 Poem “Embellishment”

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NaPoWriMo 2017 April 12

Embellishment
(A Condensed Autobiography)

I first encountered coffee
in my mother’s kitchen,
thought its scent delicious
but its taste rank, odious.

It was in college that I began
savoring it, requiring it.
I learned the beguilements
of dark roast in Louisiana.
(Ah! Graduate school! Where I studied
the intensity of Community Coffee,
crystals dark as embers
igniting every morning!)

When did I first stumble upon whole beans?
Yes, in Minnesota, as a writer, grinding
out words, with serious dollars
and deadlines swirling my brain.

These points of my caffeine dream
I recall clearly. But when did coffee
reach beyond sugar and cream?
Become latté? Transform from
the quotidian nightmare
of T.S. Eliot into something
more Venetian, more sublime,
and now presented with ephemeral,
foaming, graphic appeal—all
just a short stroll
from my house in Northfield?

Leslie Schultz

Coffee with Myrna, Brick Ovens

Wishing you a good morning and a satisfying-to-the-last-drop day!

LESLIE

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