"Ode to My Coffee Cup" by Brent Edward Farrell

You fit my hand like

A tailored glove, made

For me by the Java Kings

Of old.


You take from me my past

And keep me rooted in the

Present with just a hint of

Future tidings


Holding you brings out

The joy of fresh awakenings

Like lying down on

Clothesline dried sheets

In you I see myself as

I am not as I was.

Putting my lips on your

Contoured edge I begin

The journey into the

Here & now.


Almost instantly the stains

From yesterday are

Dyed into the fabric of

Today’s expressions,

Keeping me alert to

All the possibilities.

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