the pot’s all wrong.
The bottom’s up
and the spout is down,
but the rhyme I saw
when I placed it so
made a poem for me
that I can’t let go.
Do you see it too?
the teapot’s shape
echoing now
the flamingo’s nape?
It may be “wrong”
but its the way I see -
through the eyes
of poetry.
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