On De Graves Street,
he settles into the chair’s embrace,
a small table before him
like an island of pause
amid the city’s restless tide.
Shorts bare his knees to the morning air,
yet the photograph permits no season
only the hush of black and white,
where his coffee steams invisibly,
a secret warmth the lens refuses.
Here he leans,
cup lifted in quiet ritual,
as though the whole lane
were distilled to this moment:
a man, a table,
and time poured slowly
into porcelain.
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ReplyDeleteThe morning didn't start until he had his first sip of coffee...
ReplyDeleteSame for me lol
DeleteThe ritual of tea or coffee... is sacred!
ReplyDeleteSacred for modern human
DeleteMuy buena imagen, descrita con toda precisión.
ReplyDeleteFeliz semana.
Appreciated
DeleteHe is enjoying his cup. It is a bit of refreshment that might carry him through his busy day. Lovely slice of life photo.
ReplyDeleteThat triggers my run to a barista
DeleteEnjoyed your photo and enjoyed your poem. Nothing like a cuppa! :)
ReplyDelete...enjoying a cup!
ReplyDeleteI trust it it was good to the last drop: a saying from an ancient coffee commercial here.
ReplyDeleteIt seems rushed.
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