time legs. Drink till you
empty. Now the cup's filled
with dregs. The leak in

the ceiling's only
a drip. The crack in the cup
broke off just a chip. The Ker

plunk is growing louder
than the horns from ships
in the harbor, cutting into the dregs

like shears from the barber. How did
a dewdrop rolling off a golden tile
grow to a baseball pitched

ninety-three miles an hour? How did
the rose porcelain not break in half?
How did it live through this gypsy impact?