Spilled Milk Poem by Holly Jamestone

Sometimes it's not spilled milk
Perhaps not milk that is spilled
But a bottle breached
A hairline crack from its inception as
Overlooked, we, its blemishes
While we hopefully smiled in the sun

It seeped at times, our ethereal crack
As each time we gathered up our belongings
And headed to the beach till
One day the bottle was empty
Because it had never truly been full

Don't Cry
No Need to Cry

(3-9-2005)
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