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

.... it never happened........ -- CH