coffee cups.

Eliot measured life
in coffee spoons
but I’ve never
taken sugar;

I could use cups
to plot my course
through a lilting timeline
of The dance-

my cup runneth over
with the liquid warmth
of living…

QUICK!

sip up each drip,
lest the vitality
grow cold
and get discarded
down the drain.

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