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Coffee Shop Tides

Coffee shop tides are different.
They conform to no tables.
I thought today, running late,
There'd be no berth for me,
But the tide was out,
Huzzah! — then, in a sip,
Fully in, newcomers flagged away
To other Javan ports.

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I’ve retired after a career teaching law. I divide my time now between Athens, Georgia, in the States and the south coast of Ireland.