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Fine Day

Fine Day

 

After many tries, I’ve found

A cup that right for soup

Shiny with a handle the right size for

The skin between my knuckles

Black, not so heavy, portable

Hot from the microwave

A Prufrock thing, perhaps

I handle the part thing in my hair

But not having so much of one

And I’ve dared to eat the peach,

Preferring clementines

Nothing much

Which is the point

We meet the God of the universe

Through an open orange pit

And stirring a galaxy in coffee

I think Julian might approve

 

C L Couch

 

 

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clementines

 

Psalm 49 (a penultimate song)

Psalm 49

(a penultimate song)

 

Before the last,

One more thing,

Please, to say:

 

O Lord, like all

The seasons that

You muster,

 

You are constant

In provision;

 

Might we live in

Gratitude,

 

Thirsty children

Who can yet look

Up before

 

We stoop, saving,

To drink—

 

Risking, yes, a

Moment of hurt

Brilliance

 

Gazing, as we

Do, toward the

Direction of one

Who has

 

Left life for us

 

In a healing cup,

Freely filled with

Consequence,

 

And bread that

Was earth-fired,

Once

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