Nov 24, 2022Liked by Hellokoo+

Information about my heritage has come in slow drips. My mother kept it locked away like a secret stash. My father served it a teaspoon at a time, perhaps to not overwhelm me with it’s heady aroma. Envigorated by each new finding I crave more. History tastes soothing when sweetened with identity.

My cup overflows

With the richness of family

Coffee pioneers πŸ‡¨πŸ‡΄

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Veni vidi Vente Latte

We came we saw we

ordered a Vente Latte

When we were experimenting

with the ratio of cups of coffee

to writing progress

And you said several cups in

Nope so far

It’s not 4 cups

Deep brown elixir

Hot liquid language of peace

Years of coffee rings

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Thank you for introducing me to haibun! I really like it! πŸ™πŸΌπŸ˜Š

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