If he presses a button,
the coffee starts cooking.
If he sits in his black chair,
it supports him as a friend would.
If he taps on the computer keys,
words step across the screen
like hikers
heading into the wilderness.
If he follows them,
he sometimes arrives
at a small poem,
a silent pond by the trail
where he can rest
with his coffee,
which is always ready by then.
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