an unopened envelope <br />thought I knew what it contained <br />held it up to the light again <br />a repeated invitation never taken up <br /> <br />and so I placed my cup <br />on the transfer-printed plastic tray <br />a geisha and a circus-dog <br />in the shadow of the Eiffel Tower <br /> <br />there was no requirement to explain <br />and so the crook of my finger <br />took the strain <br /> <br />the coffee'd lost it's swirl <br />as the dog and I <br />and the dark-eyed girl <br />in the morning haze of eggshell-grey <br />kept the aroma and the taste at bay<br /><br />Stephen Brian Brady<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-coffee-loses-it-s-swirl/
