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Early one Morning
White lakes form on the top
like a lunar landscape.
There’s no sprinkling
with a small hand.
Just the finale: a big dollop.
Sugar would be less naughty
but the spoon leads me into
clear golden viscosity.
The green tin and the lion stand and
watch as their middle is removed to be
poured onto this new moon and its
Spoon swirls round and round until
a small diameter dribble is left and then like
a submarine it dives deep:
only to re-emerge still half laden.
Then I go to school.