Seren J.H. Wolfe

here be dragons!
on corners, behind curtains, in coffee
wetting their whistles on flagons
of beans and caffeine, frothy.
ground fresh for company
hours old for oneself
after weddings, before exams, grumpily
working overtime to stock those shelves.
black, sugar, milky, dark, blonde, light
flavours on flavour, treated with love
on the sea, underground, in flight
like tasting the heavens themselves, kind of.