This is not
a coffee pot
it’s sunlight
casting crisp shadows
across a square
it’s a bird fluttering
into a bright blue sky
it’s every city that
ever welcomed me
with open arms
and crowded pavements
it’s chiming waterfronts
clanging with boats
and narrow backstreets
blue with shadows
and a small square
where a child plays
with an orange ball
it’s a fountain
it’s a cool marble table
wiped down
by a man in a white shirt,
nodding to acknowledge me
it’s a painting
of a woman
holding a single rose
An object poem for Mish at dVerse. I love my little Moka pot. It’s a one cup pot, so it’s very selfish. I use it every day.
