I discover,
Ground coffee beans
All around my pad, under and over.
My bookshelf, my wine bar,
my kitchen bench, and in places I'm yet to uncover —
No matter how much I clean, they still appear
Much to my utter
Disbelief. Do I give up coffee for the sake of a pristine keepsake?
Or do I embrace the daily grind’s remnants as part of my life’s clutter?!