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I broke a cup today.
Decades have elapsed
since the last such breakage.
How dumb a thing
to break a cup.

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Sharp and pointed shards
fly everywhere. Every
piece of handle must
be found and wet wiped
up to get it all.

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Like a friendship
once whole and shaped
to hold many things
that nourish, once broken
it holds nothing, only
the punctured space where
sharp edges linger.

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I look at the broken pieces
and hold my face for loss
remembering other things
that have broken over the years.
Recollections of plates, and
one time friends, glasses,
figurines, and chums, gone now
never to again be useful. Never
to reform the purposes for which
they were manufactured.

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Lady A

09-23-12

931p

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