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  Ken Pobo
   
     
RUBY TUMBLER
 
I hate living
on the second cabinet shelf,
am better than glasses
I share space with-
smudgy orange juice glasses
and that appalling set of coffee
mugs: a picture of  the sun,
"Good Morning!" beneath.
Sometimes when my owner
takes me from the dishwasher
(a horrible place-
scalding water jets)
and lifts me back to my usual spot,
I glimpse the first shelf.
Now that's a shelf,
high-class glass.  Another
ruby tumbler, taller, more
slender than I, lives there-
I'm smitten, know it's futile-
my owner never moves anything,
never hears my screams
when he shuts the cabinet door.
 
I hear him walk and hum,
my home dark.

 



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