Blooms in Indigo
Every day poems from a very ordinary aspiring poet
Monday, April 23, 2018
the teapot, drying
On the counter, the teapot lies
its belly turned out, dripping water
you cannot pour out of an empty vessel
,
you remark and the teapot continues to dribble water on my hands.
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