Morning Breakfast

The kind of thought
that pours over the table
like the milk pours
over the cereal;
filling the bowl up.
Then sticks to the whiskers
like the cream will do
on kittens, softly licking
paws, then face, till all
traces of the milk is gone
and tucked away,
like a favorite memory;
folded and kept,
in pockets of the mind,
until occasionally poured out
over morning breakfast.

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6 thoughts on “Morning Breakfast

  1. stxrr says:

    very soft and warm imagery evoked– good job! :)

  2. fridayam says:

    Gorgeous images :)

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