Pouring in a steady stream, all clear and straight, steam
filtering back up and out of the pot.
Watching it's fluid climb steadily inside, filling it full
of hot coffee.
Yet, the clear steady stream seems not to move or sway,
standing straight.
Then it suddenly starts to waver, slowing down, finally
dripping to a stop inside the coffee pot.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Observation very keen and perception put up neatly and nicely.....RoseAnn........I liked it