Drops of Color/ This Glass
Drops of Color
This Glass
It was a small glass making
its way around the room.
A smattering of ‘lip’ gloss appeared
along its edge.
Yes, a sip was had
by one, then another
and another.
Still,
the succulent juice
did not run dry.
Instead, it ran over
pouring itself
on those who
chose to
drink from its contents.
The lives of those who drank
changed.
They could not stop serving.
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