Coffee in New York

Paper throw-away cups

Buildings in ads

I’ve never been there


Coffee in London

Origins of my birthright

Guisborough, pottery tiles

I want to go there


Coffee in Cairo

Pyramids close to the city

Mystery, afterworlds

Turmoil keeps me away


Coffee at my table

Pottery cup, crack down the side

Family heirloom

I see the waterwheel. I’m here


Rachel Wright, Spectrum, A Poetry Memoir

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