Life is measured out
in coffee spoons
as J. Alfred Prufrock said
in his love song
quoting T.S. Eliot
I’m sure
and it is true
As soon as the morning cup
is empty, or “all”
as they used to say
at The Dutch Kitchen
which is now itself “all”
I begin to plan for
mid-morning
a caffeinated Phoenix
“rising with healing in
his wings”
as Brother Charles might
sing
But isn’t a coffee spoon
a better measuring device
than anything else
save hugs?
JRMcF
johnrobertmcfarland@gmail.com
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