Breathing the Coffee

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They were moving along the pavement this morning, past my shop, past me setting up the signs, the little boy was running lightly along the air and his father was following, balancing two cups of coffee and drinking from both, holding them at elbow height and leaning back, breathing the relief.

The little boy stopped to check the sky three times. Then he said: I’ll just go this much in front, I’ll just go along out of here and he measured his steps precisely, looking back at his father’s feet and keeping in front just a little way, then more, then more, breathing the happiness. Then he was miles in front and heading for a caravan parked down the road and the father following with his elbows out. Two ladies were passing the other way and looking on critically and one said to the child just watch yourself and then they were level with me, looking past me into my window and one said to her friend, don’t think we’ll get much in there. And then they were finished and passed by me too, breathing the discontent.

 

8 thoughts on “Breathing the Coffee

  1. Please use your magic to find me an image for this poem by Mary Morris. (“Let me Learn the Steps” 1977)
    SOUR
    She had oranges.
    So did I.

    She ate one:
    cheeks full,
    mouth puckered,
    lids closed,
    pleasuring.

    I ate one:
    cheeks full,
    mouth puckered,
    eyes crossed,
    suffering.

    “You’re sour!” I told my orange.
    “So are you!” it replied.

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