The Coffee Pot Poem by Sheena Blackhall

The Coffee Pot



The apple sits neglected in a corner
Madame Dubois has left
The faintest smear of lipstick on the glass.

The grounds in the coffee cup linger
Dark and strong

A liquid breakfast
Hardly worth crumpling the napkin

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