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咖啡

 咖啡

 

其實可以放棄喝咖啡的

因為習慣而喝最後必會因厭煩而戒掉

所以我學會偶爾不喝

但一兩年前走進公司手上一定有杯黑咖啡

再久以前不手磨細細品嘗就不認這咖啡了

再更久以前,咖啡是苦的酒是澀的

世界是美好的,但那太久遠了

遠到我都不相信以前會嫌咖啡苦

咖啡怎麼會苦呢?

苦的是生活吧


太匆忙的喝咖啡

除了燙到舌頭沒一點好處

帶著走的咖啡是喝不到沉澱的美味

所以我學習坐著只配馬克杯品嘗

咖啡伴隨著的是悠閒

如果戒了咖啡,是不是禁止悠閒?

可是才一天沒喝就絮絮叨叨這麼多

足可見我離不開用苦味清醒的時刻

但真正忘不了的是喝過咖啡的過往

 

過去像青鳥一樣的遠遠的飛走

只留下足跡讓我追尋

於是像古波斯人拿咖啡渣卜卦

諭示的儀式是通往回憶的路徑

今日預告不是咖啡的功能

給人活力也不是

 

人們都錯估了咖啡的神奇

因為喝著買來的看不見一點渣

快速自動下的咖啡應對著生活

所有的未來都會成為過去啊

希望品嚐咖啡的時光

就停在踩著往回走的影子的

現在

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