The following piece was penned by Highlands resident Jann Jaskol. If you have a poem you’d like to submit for consideration in a future edition of the paper, send it to email@example.com.
Coffee and Me
I knew you when you were effervescent-percolating
Announcing morning with your fragrance.
I knew you when you were boundless
Topping off, a ritual.
I knew you when you came in a can,
Burping with the first puncture.
We became estranged over the years,
Each evolving in different ways.
Alarms woke me up.
My kitchen became a pass through, not a destination.
You became a super star,
Had locations all over the world.
Baristas catered to your burgeoning tastes.
You had titles and adornments.
You had throngs of fans.
I liked you too.
But I miss the sound of you, the smell of you,
The morning kiss before the world has its way with me.
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