shaped like two cupped hands
polished porcelain edge curved for lips
a half-heart handle two fingers embrace
with thumb for thoughtless tipping
the Sunday news is black bleak
in gulps of sentences stained coffee rings
are exposed like a watering hole that
measures a summer’s drought
released by end-of-the-week weariness
the mug clinks in the kitchen sink
I fill its well with water then continue
my search to quench this ever-present thirst
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