Paper cup with no logo

One hand is occupied

Nu the heart and craze of coffee.

Cups shout a shop and an addition

But not mine.

I Reuse, I wash, my cup tells my name

And my will to action

Each morning.

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Everyday hunt

Everyday leads me on a treasure hunt
With hints hidden below a coffee cup
And inside an orange.
I zigzag absent-minded while other proceed
Bloody on their metallic rigid tracks.
Resting at last, with my constellation
of secret places And my hands full
And sweaty.