Over and over they told me the story:
a boy, an imagined wolf.
As if sorrow can be likened to mischief.
I hold the teapot in both hands
another pleasingly salty brew.
© Saradha Koirala 2010
Over and over they told me the story:
a boy, an imagined wolf.
As if sorrow can be likened to mischief.
I hold the teapot in both hands
another pleasingly salty brew.
© Saradha Koirala 2010
