Poem-A-Day

I'm back to writing a poem every day, whether they stink or not.

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

Remembrance

I bought four tiny teacups by mail
and when they came one was broken.

Three white nurses and one sick brother.

It’s silly, but I’ll remember him
when I first sip from the other three.
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