The Mug Poem by Bill Grace

The Mug



The mug contains a pen
And each pen in it a story
A story of acquisition, value, maintenance,
memories, surface things recalled and things
As buried and ancient as where the gold came from
Through which rust now peaks.
This celebrating mug
Now plays quiver
To vectors of a soul.

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