spilled cafe au lait

A spill on a NYC subway car--no surprise
the scent of coffee and milk permeated the air
tired and sleepy I chose to sit and endure.
Suddenly a memory flooded my thoughts
those mornings in the farm, fresh milk boiling,
coffee grounds in boiling water sweetened by molasses
the aroma of milk and coffee overwhelmed the senses.
I was a child then
and it was such a treat to get my cup of milk
with just enough coffee to change the color of the milk.
The memory was so strong, so personal, my eyes watered
so I closed my eyes and pretended to sleep.

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