Sunday, June 12, 2016

poem of the day June 12


All the table were taken
I watched from my perch
The happy table
The sad table
The angry table
The worried table
The desire table
until the place was
late and empty
It was then I noticed
all the dishes on 
each table
were the same 
discarded past emotions
Soon to be reset
with the clay
for another day

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