Morning coffee (worth)

The cup rests softly on the knee
An image of quiet calm
I can see the caffeinated steam
rising up along the rim
some is not so brave, some loses its
faith to fly
it pulls itself cool and condensed
back to the rim
back to the beads that sit undisturbed,
Slowly gaining weight,
feeling gravity pull on them
The inevitable
fall
how it cools the contents of the mainframe
The beads returning to
the place of their
birth,

The moments that they held on,
to ask a question,
what were they worth?

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