One small, plasticBuddha--relicfrom an abandonedkey-ring--squatsimperturbablybeside the microwave.One morecup of coffee,steaming. Equanimity?
Dead birdsof paradisein the flower vase,their heads brown,skeletal. In offendeddignity, they awaitremoval to the trash--the green bin.
There. Simple. Done in no time at all. A tribute to a moment valued, not ignored like too many of our moments. If you're not writing a small stone a day, maybe you should be. Give it a try. The world will thank you.