The Milk Saucer by T.D. Richards The old woman cries out in her sleep to the old man who has gone, leaving his ears in the drawer. She opens her eyes, and the cat with a broken heart is pressed against her mottled skin stroking her thin wrist with breath. She recalls tiger lilies in the green depression glass vase he won at carnival--tossing pennies into the milk saucer. Bio: “I have lived in Indiana most of my life. I have had three careers that have lead me to value the importance of observation, hence my love of poetry now.”
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