A Sports Game and a Cup of Tea
Instant faith like a tea kettle,
waiting for the whistle is the hardest part.
staring at the burner
watching heat and water move.
stirring atoms with a spoon
demigod of all that is kitchen.
now some say the world will end
in fire some say ice.
valhalla with chamomile sounds so nice.
my world is elemental, still and calm.
my world is sunday afternoon
and liverpool plays sunderland.
waiting for the whistle is the hardest part
Copyright © Nathan Martin | Year Posted 2010
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