it came in pink tissue, crumpled. the glass.
she said that i may like it though it was
not good class, did not ring true. i said
i did and imagined an elixir, blue and
it has sat waiting, and being of a pleasant
#mood added the lead soldiers instead.
( i guess those be toxic if sucked steadily)
so here is the glass with the old clock
that chimes wrong and the photo of
my father in the war, behind.
thank you mary. it is your birthday soon,
then mine comes later.