bob barci - (untitled #75)

Hazelnut coffee and I
sit together on the front porch.
We mellow out
with the late afternoon breeze.
I quietly say a little prayer for Dad
whose birthday was the other day.
I envision Mom
cutting him a piece of birthday cake
I smile at the sight.
I wonder if Heaven
serves flavored coffee.

bob barci

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