If my body is a vessel then let me be a vase;
fill me with water, and a teaspoon of sugar,
and then fetch lilacs from the bush and let them live in me.
And when they wilt and die,
dump out the dirty water, rinse me clean,
and start again.
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I have been revisiting old poems in the sunshine on a spring day. Here is poem number 2 for the day.
Bss,
Marybeth
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