Vases of Crystal
My
child,
I
looked into your eyes
When
you barred me
From
the door
And
they were
Two
Vases
of crystal
Filled
to the brim
With
ice water
That
I could feel
On
my skin
From
my place
Outside
Even
though,
As
hard as I stared -
They
never spilled.
John Tustin
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Poetry