A Reminder

Its toppling. My coffee's hot. Its an idea. It wont stay hot forever. The cups cold. The sun is in a bag. The circle meets the square. A line is formed. The kettle whistle blows. The cat sits in the corner. And listens carefully. It stretches out its paws. The smoke in the sky forms a shape. The little white doves sits on my windowsill. The door is open. The kid comes in. All three connect. Yesterdays. Awaiting a thousand tomorrows. Slowly. But surely. All three connect.