A Spray of Water: Tanka [the hot water in]
the hot water in
the abandoned kettle
slowly cools
still carrying the resentment
of colder water
Find and share the perfect poems.
I listen to songs
of someone handsome
at the apex of night
the Milky Way overflows
the stars boil over and fall
the hot water in
the abandoned kettle
slowly cools
still carrying the resentment
of colder water
the round spoon
with the curvature
of a concave mirror
scoops out my eye
and swallows it
one narcissus
draws close to another
like the only
two adolescent boys
in the universe