Dark Stuff

What can you see in tiny steaming cups of mocha?

[...] shade
goes straight down, espresso
dense with intent [...]
From "Shade" by Jan Zwicky collected in Songs for Relinquishing the Earth

I like the arrangement here producing endwords — shade, espresso, intent — they have their own depth. Zwicky has lodged an imagist poem in the heart of a larger piece like a small cup itself with provoking aroma.

And so for day 928