The too large cup,
finger tips pointing up to the sky,
diamonds at the rim
the curve of a wave
within, the high tide mark
showing where coffee had been.
Below, the sea pulsing.
Without, the tide walls
warming the palms.
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It was warm enough to sit in the screen porch and drink my coffee and enjoy the sun this morning. The cats didn’t think so, but I enjoyed the bright sun. Later I went for a walk on Kinderhook Lane.
