Not the leaf
on the tree
Not the glass
The plate
chipped above
the vine
The umbilical cord
Not the oven
or the car
British racing green
Not the play structure
the rope ladder
The plum tree
sagging to the ground
Not the nail polish
yellow dull
The apple
packed for lunch
The Post-it note
Not the clock
Papa’s clock
Not the speech
the dream
Not the bell
the rings
Not the candle
the seal
The paper boat
Nothing lasts
Tina Pocha was born and raised in Bombay, India. She started her life as a scientist, a chemist, but has long since shed the lab coat. She now lives in Southern California where she teaches and works as a researcher at a large public university. Tina writes about life and love, and, yes, she even writes about the moon! As a poet, she is unpublished and unfinished and loving every minute of it!
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