before mother died <br />she gave me this tea cup <br /> <br />white porcelain <br />mounted with a <br />cherry blossom <br />on its side <br /> <br />i do not keep it <br /> <br />i place it on the side <br />of the house <br />along the pavement <br /> <br />the rain comes and fills it <br />the sun comes and warms it <br /> <br />nothing breaks <br />and no one.<br /><br />Suki Nakamura<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-tea-cup/
