(C) 2009 by Howard Dart Humeston
I drink my coffee out of paper
never a cold ceramic mug
one long word.
The warmth feeds through the tall
coffee shop paper cup
heating my palm pleasantly
the plastic scoop lid directing
the flow of the joe
The smoothness of the soft paper
gives a little when I squeeze it,
adjusting to the pressure of my soul,
as the caffeine melts life’s chunks
into smaller, manageable nuggets.