The stream and cream

The stream

The stream has turned
litres and gallons
into the sound
that un-suffocates
all that is history

Cream

While I watch
the woman at the window
reflect on the swirl
of cream in her coffee
wondering if she knows
that life is
unkind and if she knows
the spirit of the common
cat

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