White Bread Dipped in Tea
Poems and Such
Thursday, December 11, 2014
I
I was asked why I’m always sad.
cupping rain in my hands.
the sky.
a dog’s bark.
a shawl covering my head.
the drums in the night.
and the rustling of leaves.
the wind.
the sun.
and a leaking nose.
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