Between Sips


So he,
persisting,
brought the cup
up

with a preparatory
lick of lips.

The porcelain had told him
“hot”
minutes ago,

but that first sip
was coffee not tea,

and prodded him to musing
on the folk he knew like that-

expecting tea getting coffee.

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