Friday, February 6, 2015

eye opener

“Morning Cup”

I take morning black
with a dollop of cream low
in a westerly sky
spoon a race around
my china cup of thoughts
hook a finger through the oarlock
forecast read in surface roil
a spidery vein of fired white glaze
say light afternoon rain 
chased by roosting shadows 
lay in a course
hew to Utrecht blue
sine waves lapping parallel
just below the lip
tip back the dregs
saucer shadowed like a new moon
lighting on my fingertips. 

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