The sky is your barista blending froth and colour in patterns extraordinary; steeping Earth in beauty’s eye – our planet incredible, like that first drop of hot milk in ooze-black espresso. Indubitable. Cast not poison in the face of your barista lest she singe you with Herculean rage and spit venomous storms and steamy thunder - every coffee spoiled
Written for Earthweal Open Link #70
Out of the Cave 
Well said, both of coffee and the sun. Time for an espresso!
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😀
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We seem to be spitting a lot of poison at the sky and everywhere else. Earth is starting to spit back.
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A fantastic poem. Brewing a fantastic cup of sense to us, not to mistreat nature.
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Thank you. The best comment I could hope for. 🙂
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Wonderful! I agree, don’t mess with this planet.
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Thanks. It’s a keeper, this planet.
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Mess not with Mother Barista!
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Indeed!
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If only we valued the earth as much as our coffee! (K)
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love this one, Worms: love its rich aroma and the beneficence with which it is served 🙂
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😂. Thanks, John.
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Ooh, I’ll have a double, double rainbow that is. Great idea, sky as barista.
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Thank you! One of those moments staring at nothing and a random line popped in my head. I had to use it. “the sky is your barista”
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I love this one! The way you transition so seamlessly from the nice sky barista making pretty latte art patterns in your cup to the raging burnt spoiled coffee by the abused earth barista is amazing! Also, I think this is an excellent title!
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Thank you!!!! You have understood every thought in it perfectly and I’m glad you think it worked. I’m glad you like the title. I figured it might miss the mark for those who don’t like coffee. 🙂
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