First cup
coffee (coffee and) coffee cup—
container (contained though)
coffee fills cold morning (rills
in kitchen air) and we (we are)
alive (radio talk) and speak (though)
heat on activity (yet frost)—
and our words (tumbled sounds)
broken on indifference (our) words
mock shepherds (flockless) our
(words) scattered words (odourless)
assume indifferent invisibility
(between sips and) coffee fills
unfettered time
2 comments:
Hmmm-- love this!
Shouldn't it be dedicated to Shisa, who had the idea for a Coffee Table Book of Poems :)
Could do that, or at least dedicate some of the poems to you. Or...I could dedicate the book to the caffeine that kept me going long enough to write all these poems :).
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