Morning Hypnosis
she bends over me as I sit yawning,
morning lazy at the blue kitchen table;
ever carefully, with a yellow potholder,
she gently holds, lifts the red pan handle;
slowly she pours steaming water
into my cup, filling without spilling,
the brown powder tosses tiny islets
out on the surface, floating, swirling;
and quickly these begin to dissolve,
the water looking like amber syrup,
as she stirs tiny circles with my spoon,
tan, sudsy whirlpool hypnotizes my cup !
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2007
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