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And though this bottle is empty

11.25.17 Posted in today's words by

Simon Perchik’s most recent poem to appear here was “Wild from the cold each splash” (October 2017)

And though this bottle is empty
it drifts on by as if the grass
puts its trust in the thirst

for sunlight and butterflies
–drop by drop you water this grave
till it smells from salt

then sent off, comes back
night after night as a wave
telling you where, what happened.

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