Before Starbucks,
someone put the excess cream
from their poached apricots
into their coffee.
Before that
someone just put cream.
In the beginning,
everything was in books -
unwieldy books.
Animals were removed
and put in the wild,
in stys and pens and folds;
in seas, lakes and brooks.
From the success of that
came such widespread categorizing
that, until just now,
was lost in the forest,
that everything started in books.
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