Coffee cup

Posted by Bill Hennessy

October 23, 2004

It took me just a second

to stop and watch them play.

My coffee cup felt grown up

when the ball bounced toward my feet.

I didn’t mean to smile at them.

My eyes did, though. And big

Then I carried on inside.

They won’t be there when I go out.

They’re like my coffee cup.

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