Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Poem


VIAL

what it comes in and when

what it comes in is finished

a tiny glass cylinder with

an end and an opening and a

tiny tiny cork that got lost in

its emptying stands small on

the window sill O'ing O O

O O mOre than just empty

is all O O O O that is left

O O O O O Of O O O O it

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