A True Hummus Story

A tiny, feather light, light blue, white
Paper, cotton, or plastic
I did not know
I did know, it did not belong.

With one hand I lifted some chickpeas, thinking
I’ll blow it gently

One thought led to another:
Ludwig van Beethoven counting sixty coffee seeds
as his measure for a cup of coffee
and as chickpeas and others replaced it
when King and Church opposed it

Hence I found myself counting chickpeas
to find, identify and discard of that feather-light something
while thinking of Beethoven
or the times I have accurately counted the turns of the crank
that grind coffee to my tasting

Four hundred fifteen chickpeas and a half
A cup

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