Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Spilt Milk

When I first spied it
It was already listing to the  starboard side
Having been surreptitiously slipped out of its berth in the icebox 
Through the kitchen and the dining room and
Almost out onto the open  table
Almost and
Then as almost slipped away
I saw it come crashing back to the ground
It's white prow
Hitting first and
Leaking white in all directions and
Calling out to the fully aware, alert, and prepared
To streak across across the sand 
Life preserver in hand
To save lives and 
Assign responsibility
To sound the alarm and
Begin the rescue operation
With a reluctant and ineffectual awareness
Of the limits of feasible deniability and 
The inevitable cleanup to follow

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