Hi Paul:
Greetings from Manhattan. Sometimes, when I am performing the simplest act, all the elements of a poem come together, without any effort on my part, as if I were being handed an anonymous gift. Here is “Evening Coffee,” from my 2008 poetry collection, Father of Water.
Best wishes,
Charles Pierre
Cuppa Joe at Nagles. Ocean Grove, NJ. Paul Goldfinger photo. ©
“Evening Coffee”
By Charles Pierre
When I lift this cup to my lips,
the black liquid catches a quick
reflection of the cold night sky,
where some stars and a sliver
of moon gather and glide,
the slick surface shimmering
with the upward motion
of my hand: stars and moon
mixing like sugar and cream,
the light sweetened drink
streaming in hot waves
over my teeth and tongue,
glowing in the dark
space of my throat.
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