Monday, February 14, 2022

Monday poem -2-7-22

 


A vase shattered

In the smallest pieces.

Years of humble cracks

Withstanding the torments of tempests.

But now,

With nothing but a baby's breath,

The vase shattered.

Small pieces of painted daisies,

Scattered.

Only to find,

It isn't hollow

But,

Terraformed steel. 















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