MY NAME IS MUG

  


on a delicate shelf
in a prominent spot
translucent tea cups
preen in morning sun
waiting for herbal delights
lemon slices, sugar cubes
pinkies held high, (sigh!)

nuisance making show-offs,
other mugs from exotic places
dangle from golden hooks
prominently broadcasting
"choose me" for the memory -
their reward a deep, dark brew
of Kenya Roast or Hazlenut
sweet cream, fine sugar

shoved in a cupboard
hidden from sight
I am happless from nowhere
a gas station giveaway refugee
never filled with coffee
hot chocolate or warm soup -
used for mixing sludgy sauces
less exotic concoctions,
...my name is Mug


Copyright, Barbara Gari Serio, 1997

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