We met through kisses.
Masking a hint of jasmine.
You preferred tea,
a mother’s wisdom.
I preferred coffee,
a poets choice.
Regular or organic,
we tried them both.
But we preferred the kisses.
Over and over again.
The first coffee
A Wandering Poet
As I walk around I like to record what I experience. Through poetry, ideas and thoughts I hope I can share some of these experiences with you.
A Wandering Poet 