June Aubade
This morning, I am an empty
coffee cup from Double Kwik
left on a graffitied picnic
table at the park
by the hardware store.
I am without lid
or lipstick print. There,
however, is evidence
down at the bottom
that I recently held
warmth that gave
someone else energy.
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Love this! I can relate.
This is wonderful. I love the specifics, the concision,
Absolutely delicious, down to the last drop!