In the Things We Can Hold & the Things We Cannot

The bottle paints its perfumed image –

all those days of empty despair,

while the light that guided

smiles as I talk to her

about poetry.

 


A version of this poem was first published on kipple, March 2010 as in the things we hold and the things we cannot

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