The Watering Can

June 6, 2010
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My mother turns over the plastic red watering can in her hands
Sitting in a sandy solitude
She tips the spout and watches the years pour out
Watches them slip through the holes
Burying themselves beneath the beach
Drying up like the tears on her cheeks

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