Coffee Sleeve Stories


By Steve Rubinstein 

A woman on her way 

to a barn with two buckets-  

one empty for warm foaming  

milk- one yesterday’s dinner  

for pigs. 

Behind her a girl only  

dreaming a cow all her own 

beneath which to kneel 

warm dung. moist hay 

touching softly the udder  

to hum. 

Before them a cow 

one horn turned down,  

black fur as a moon-poor night,  

yellow stripe down her length  

behind her a calf  

looking forward. 

Up here is a farm owned by a woman 

no longer sleeping in Winter 

worried when darkness  

runs snowed ridges  

her cow chewing cud  

in the cold.

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