Emily Dyer
Red bead strung in pain
drops
and is wasted.
Drops
and is wasted again.
Drops
and my eyes are opened.
Bite
and now I am wise.
What is this that thou hast done?
I ate and now I am full.
Red and beautiful.
I chose my paradise.
My cup is running over.
I drink of it all the days of my life.
