Spotwrite
Sunday, April 28, 2013
9:21am
Empty bucket -
Silver paint bits flake off the rim
The handle rusts,
It sits in in dust
Waiting to be filled.
It is old -
it has no holes
though the walls wear thin.
Dull and still -
The breathless object
Keeps air within its well.
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