Tiny little wine glass
Shattered by a heavy bowl
Spark, sliver, silver
spread over the gleam of linoleum counter
next to the dish drainer.
picking up the offending innocent bowl,
a shadow lingers,
resting dark against the hard glitter of icy dust.
Tiny little wine glass
Shattered by a heavy bowl
Spark, sliver, silver
spread over the gleam of linoleum counter
next to the dish drainer.
picking up the offending innocent bowl,
a shadow lingers,
resting dark against the hard glitter of icy dust.
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I like the way this poem picks up the beauty in breaking something. I’ve broken too many glasses recently