Jan/09

12

Still Life on Table

An empty bottle
That’s a quarter full,
With a half eaten pie
And scissors that can pull,
Sit on the table with me
Outside while I’m alone,
Where I sit and ponder,
To catch the night and groan.

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Benjamin Nardolilli

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