Deacon Michael Keucher
My coffee maker changes my life
Not on account of its spewed-out liquid vigor
Nor for the starbucked status of a macchiato mocha man
No. My coffee maker alters my life
Because even a taste of his cup comforts the cold,
Just a whiff of his work takes me home
And but a single grain generates enough to overflow
My coffee maker gurgles me
And raises me up to glory
"The Last Sunset" by Robert Healey