Frederick Kesner

Bronze Star - 2,567 Points (28 August / St. Thomas University Hospital)

Teaspill - Poem by Frederick Kesner

Up to a point
the leaves will seep
into all the waters
until the cup overflows

so much as to stain
the meticulously starched table linen.
Then we shall face with reckoning
its true substance!

Topic(s) of this poem: life


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 15, 2019



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