From the kitchen press

I clear half-empty bags

of coffee

into a

clear wide-mouthed Kilner jar

containing a plastic spoon

belly down handle up

Three coffee bags are

crimped in and tied with a

double twist of a hair bob.

Tipped in without a spill

a metal spoon

clatters in

handle impaled into the heap

Something disorganized

wrong way up

unlike her.

Thumb pinched, up and out

de-spooning a jar

before putting away

‘Blended Coffee’

She reads my poems

so I do not know if it is wise to say

before she comes next

and I offer to make her

‘Blended Coffee’

Howard Fox