Miss Mug


 
I gave up thinking years
(ago)
in private
time p’aled in comparison
to state
&
frith dissolved
 
–though hope barely melted–
condensing sweet
on glass
(service)
&
evaporating in the cold
. . .
becoming bitter
–in ensuing weaks
warm
&
flat
–only palatable
over sea.

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I bring to you an arrow, whole, Use it, or break it, But if you choose to take it --Know-- With it also, I will go. © Karen Robiscoe @1992

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