I weave no positive, unchipped china <br />Words today. <br />Morning poured bitter tea. <br />I drank from a cracked cup. <br /> <br />Thirst plaited danger in braids <br />Of thought...no pretty bowed <br />Endings...not yet. <br /> <br />With lovely dawn flaps hope <br />For Evening. <br />Perhaps night will be in <br />My corner. <br /> <br />Now circles demons dark <br />Around these eyes... <br />And I laugh. Drink, sip. <br /> <br />Demons are demons <br />Beaten once... <br />Soon, twice. <br />Today. Tomorrow.<br /><br />elysabeth faslund<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/porcelin-china-demons-of-morning/
