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 satisfying, salty brew.
This is the first poem in my soon to be launched collection, Tear Water Tea. The final poem in the book is at the Tuesday Poem hub today, thanks to Harvey Molloy. And Mary McCallum has also posted a poem from Tear Water Tea on her blog!