The Poetry Book from the Coffee Shop

By Andrew R. Duckworth

There’s a little coffee shop
Downtown that sells books.
I bought a book of poetry.
Normally, pages carry
A distinct smell.
These pages smell like coffee.
And now, I’m not sure which I enjoy-
The poetry or the smell
Of these damn pages.
I’ll let the voice pour
From the pages
As I pour a cup
And let the blending of the two
Create its own magic.