Here's a Saturday night poem, by a Wildfire writer.
by Randy MacLean
So, here I am again
on a Saturday night
attempting to put a cup of coffee
in the microwave
I drop the thing
the cup shatters
coffee all over the floor
The cup came all the way from Virginia
a former girlfriend gave it to me
picked it up when she went back
to visit her family
in fact I just Googled to find out
what the Virginia state flower is.
The cup maker
made the outside of the cup
the shape of flower petals.
It's the American dogwood
with blue trim.
Even though it was about flowers,
it had a masculine feel to it.
Instead of a smooth surface,
the shapes of dogwood flowers
stimulating to the fingertips.
I liked the cup.
Often made me think of this girlfriend.
Only girlfriend since the marriage ended.
Two years and more since the relationship ended.
I need a new cup.