these couplets will not be heroic
(nor even couplets)
but her clay fingers,
gripping the clay she has formed and fired
to contain the coffee she has ground and brewed
to be a chaser after the eggs and toast she has cooked and served
to nourish us, are.
3 comments:
great photo
lovely bits of lines
I like the unevenness of them
thanks for visiting me!
Lovely photo- and lovely poem. Celebrate the quotidian, for in these things lie greatness.
delicious!
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