Red coffee mug in the mailroom
The e-mail alert just came through
Please come claim it at reception
Apparently it’s traveling like lost coffee mugs do.
I wonder if the red hue is bright or deep
And is the height of the mug tall enough for a long steep?
And hey, how do you know it’s for coffee, not tea?
Not every mug’s life-calling is coffee.
Maybe the residue ring on the bottom proclaims
It’s well known aroma, and not only it’s stains.
I have a naughty thought- I’ll go say it’s mine and take it home with me.
Wait, I cannot do that- that’s what leads to breakdowns in society.
Like taking the credit for my beautiful red crocheted poncho when asked by a stranger ,
Ignoring the next step – an inquiry of what stitches and size hook I used-the ultimate danger.
No, no, I will leave it be.
For its owner I am sure it hopes to see.
For now we will leave society in tact.
And follow the rules, for that I don’t lack.