April is Poetry Month (as if it is confined to just one month...). I'm going to try to write a poem a day. Maybe on average. We'll see.

Here's today's:

Broken Cork

The cork broke off

As I tried to remove it

From the half-empty bottle,

Leaving a stub stuck

In the neck.

I pushed it in

With my finger

And it dropped,

A dry little plop,

Onto the wine.

Now there are little bits

Bouncing on the ounces

I poured out of the bottle

Into my favorite glass.

But I hardly notice them,

When I take a sip,

Or the wine either,

For that matter.