Clouds

His Coffee
Instant
Only hot enough
To melt the crystals
Ceramic cup
cracked
cast off from a diner
a nickle at the yard sale
I get good
adding cream
Perfect number of coffee clouds
He’d sit
watch
Wonder?  I wonder
Stir them away
Like the dreams
Of a retired factory worker
What dreams
did he have
that life and kids and all obligations
stirred away in his life.

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