Some coffee cups are more precious than others.
I had been drinking coffee with Helene ever since we worked
at Art Matters. "Get here in 20 minutes," she chastised, "or I won't make
your Davey Ire Pancakes."
All right, all right.
On my kitchen window sill I had ONE and only One cup of Helene's.
Clear, transparent, but filled with backyard jonquils from years ago.
Yes, I suffered a cleaning fit, and threw all my dried flowers away,
Those blue hydranges in the living room, netted by spider webs, egods,
Never has coffee tasted better
Never ever ever!
Oh, if you could only come over and we'd stroll down Cowbell
Hand in hand.
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