Sunday, June 28, 2009
poem by cynthia haglund
Counter art
the cup tippeth over
the drop of coffee
oceanish onto the beach colored countertop...
happy is I the cup didth not roll to floor and smash
no
the coffee spill took on it's own art
note
the center concentrate
note the flow toward the back splash
note the mess
note the cleaning up and...
how wow
after it's all sopped up
it's like