Sorry
I am sorry.
The blue and white teapot
that was stained with green algae
and had a broken spout
and was sitting on a terracotta tile
in our garden and had, for years,
gestated life in its plump belly
of brewed rainwater,
is now in pieces, smashed
by a clumsy blow
from my rake.
It has left a hole
in the world
that I have tried,
but cannot fill.
Copyright © Paul Willason | Year Posted 2024
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