Cold Cup

Cold Cup

by Kenneth Pobo

Five prickly pear blossoms,
light yellow with light
red in the center —

I walk a little farther,
stop —

stokesias, a blue ripple moving.
If they were water,
I’d dive right in.

Ten more steps, a coral geranium,
a miracle I can put my face against.
In less than three minutes,

I’m a cold
cup of water
on a hot day.


Kenneth Pobo has a new book out from Duck Lake Books called Dindi Expecting Snow. His work is forthcoming in: North Dakota Quarterly, Switchback, Paris Lit Up, and elsewhere. He and his husband enjoy watching birds from their porch. He teaches English and creative writing at Widener University in Pennsylvania. On twitter @KenPobo.