Out the window, in the narrow alley enclosed by red brick buildings
from which fire escapes emerged,
small piles of mud encrusted snow
were scattered at random.
I tore the white paper from a hotel glass.

Into the glass
(out of the ziplock bag of instant coffee that I carry
in my pocketbook when I travel),
I dumped sticky instant coffee crystals.
Ran hot tap water over them.

Reviewed the notes for the talk I was going to give.



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