Percolator This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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In the symmetry of the still-dark morning
She greets the coffee percolator:

“and how are your fresh pure thoughts today?”
it drips a nothing and sings careful steam response.

The snow outside her window casts a pink shadow
across the wall and half of the silver percolator.

A cup of fresh coffee and toast with butter and jam
On a ceramic plate is enough. She can sigh this morning

and revel in the geometry of arc and shadow –
concentric ripples in her coffee cup as she adds the milk
and sugar.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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