Post by AquarianM on Mar 7, 2006 at 10:41pm
Volcanic Joe...They call it Kona - steaming hot,
With the fiery undertone in its scent,
A mystery from the indelible orange of Hawaiian earth.
It came home with us in little black bags of expectation,
Gifts for friends and our pot too,
You should walk into the room helplessly,
Led by the nose as the percolator is busy erupting.
I bought a cup there on the island,
Plumeria blossoms on blue just to convey its essence,
Volcanic Joe our robust hero,
A creature of steam and mist and dreams of the sea.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 03/08/2006