a fresh pot

no one likes yesterdays

coffee,

or stale bread.

we wince as we sip

at the bitter cup,

and bite

at the crust.

we want fresh, we want

new.

we don't want

the leftovers, the things

ready for the bin.

we want a fresh pot,

a hot loaf

from the oven,

we'll wait. 

we have time

for the better things.