“The big producers use machines to remove coffee bean skins.
“I don’t,” she says.
Then, she deftly nudges a long fingernail under the grayish coating,
Peels it back, and the skin sloughs off.
I watch, and fall under mountain-village love.
“Here, try!” she says.
My fingernail digs in, gets some skin,
Loses contact – but finally secures it.
The thin wisp curls onto onto a coffee-bean-filled table.
There, you did it!”
I don’t tell her I love her black hair, pointed fingernails, clear voice, endless patience –
All of her –
And then I walk away ….
Eugene “Gene” Novogrodsky, mid-July 2013