Cup


Cup

A Poem by TTBoy

Cup

  

It holds

  

A cup

The Cup

stores and makes what’s inside

 unseen

 

A cup

Feels

as hands on it feels

But it

does not crack

 or shatter

unless it is too frail

to grasp its content

Whether it’s got a handle on it

 or not

And it could be so beautifully

 Cheap or expensive

© 2010 TTBoy

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