Extraordinary

We find the little extra in them
In coffee circles of our old cups
On a table, piling one on other.

Their bottoms sit on each other
As impressions of spent nights
Their old erased in part by new.

Coffee circles pile,one on other.
Their poems grow from nights
A little extra from the ordinary.

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