The Coffee of Contemplation

This is my experimentation for a poetry class I’m taking using a real object combined with an abstraction:

Crushed beans

from the calloused hands

of a farmer,

Wishing for better wages.

Fair trade,

or a fair trade,

time for sufficient


No time for contemplation,

no time for thinking,

just doing,

wishing for aroma

of daughter’s

brighter future.

Somewhere in American


where contemplation


luxury of cafe,

thoughts of

scholarship for two

brown girls

who dream of

new irrigation,

no more irritation,

of papa’s callous,

tired hands.

A quiet cup for one

a river to trade,

of restful gold,

for three


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