In a wide flat field
a porcelain cup
with a crack on the lip
where a blade of grass
peeps through
from a fold at the end of the blade
and the crease is at a slight angle
three quarters along the blade
and crosses the breadth to almost
the fold in the blade is incomplete
the unfolded portion
wore a scarf of salt from a recent storm
of a portion of quiet raindrop
from a low-lying cloud nearly the shape
of an isosceles triangle
in less than ten minutes
of birds pecking at its sides
dust of the flock’s underwing
stroked the latent rain
in the lowlying partial isosceles cloud
that descended to a wide flat field
and landed in the lipchipped cup
that splashed as a typhoon landfall
onto the unfolded portion of the
short angled crease three quarters along the blade of grass
and layed a world of pecking birds’
wingdust that washed like salt spray
I sipped the rain from the cup
and ended with a piece of loud grass on my tooth
I half smiled, half-delirious with prelude
with a chipped cup, rain for wine, dust for salt
cloud for lucky charm, and a blade of grass for breakfast
garnered from an abandoned picnic.
Ariel Riveros Pavez 
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