Monday, October 5, 2015

Tea Cups

It's the difference between catching a falling tea cup
and serving a hot cup of tea to a distant table. 
The tea cup isn't easily captured
Its tumble is rapid asymmetry
the handle is a bewildered toddler
equally amazed at it's first frantic steps
as the cold smack of floor on its bottom
a catcher may only sip the intensity for a moment

As opposed to the the long steady burn
in your fingered fore arms
holding the little footprinted saucer
gazing steadily on a tiny ocean 
of tea and tidal movements
a song of urgently wringing china
as the subway passes your first tiny apartment
in the shadow of the M train

I suppose they are the same life 
lived in different phases

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