Church Coffee   I am a mug personally glazed with blue skies green tinged-clouds and the word “fly” They come around to fill me with steaming drink but their aim is off splashing consistently onto the handle only a drop or two lands in the cup and then out of the kitchen into the sanctuary this coffee is poured truly but no one sips the brew another day, another kitchen but no coffee here cider, my brew though poured truly, mixes strangely with the grounds that came before