The Floating World

Some days joy is only the size
of a dinner plate, cracked porcelain
bowl, water glass still warm, clean,
gleaming from the dryer; some days
it is the oily tail of the undefinable, swept
along their rims: appetite’s ukiyo-e

Luisa A. Igloria
11 03 2011

In response to an entry from The Morning Porch.

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