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
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I enjoyed how you took a simple unanimated object like a milk carton and gave it a story with feelings. Good stuff.
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I can’t believe I feel sadness for a pint of milk! Thank you for sharing.
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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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It’s also metaphorical, as a mature woman……
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Or an aging would-be lothario, Carolyn. Cuz they have an expiration date, as well.
Call it Karma!
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