Coffee Cup
My coffee still proud
halfway from the mouth.
Golden in light.
It's glow from the south.
A cup made of paper
rolled to a cone
with a lustre of candy
that's sweet and alone.
Invisible vapours
float on the surface
sealing heat in
for their miniature purpose.
Staggered clear bubbles
floating on top.
Some of them larger
that some are going pop.
All with a flavour
as rich as the beans.
Thanks for Colombia,
the pickers and machines.
Copyright © Trevor Mcleod | Year Posted 2014
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