Coffee Dream Fragment

           (a poem by David E. Manuel)

     Cappuccino, so creamy, so sweet,
     cinnamon-garnished, steamy; where was it we would meet
     to talk of politics and dark mascara?
     Somewhere in Asmara,
     cafe nameless, memories of steaming cups and you, Galeazzo:
     or was I drinking macciato?

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