The Milk

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By Carolyn Black

Am a little sour today
More than half-empty
Near the end of my days
A fresher version is nearby
It looks identical to me
But holds more weight
More presence

Ah, a hand is reaching toward me
Careful!!
Don’t shake me like that
I might curdle

The hand picks up the other carton
Which it chooses over me
Loaded, as it is, with promise
Of rich creamy coffee
I am all but dried up
Only a thimbleful of me left
Not worth pouring

Destined for rinse then recycle
May as well
Be totally empty
Washed out

5 thoughts on “The Milk

  1. Curse the person that leaves a thimbleful of milk! Think of the poor cow that worked so hard filling her udders, only to have her efforts poured down the drain.

    Love this piece. Keep ’em coming.

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