A DROP OF COFFEE

Just like a drop of coffee in a pot

It spends its birth with form outstretched

A yearning, longing to be free

From home. With weight and gravity

It learns and leans and wrenches free

Alive at last, it plummets to its end.

Perfected in a moment’s time

And living in a moment’s time

But in a moment’s time, is gone

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A BLIP ON THE RADAR

2017 Feb 14, Tuesday

A BLIP ON THE RADAR

And all I ask of you, my dear

Although you think my wish so queer

To pass me by these busy ways

To fuel my thoughts for many days
– theresurreccionofkevin