So many broken dishes,
broken glasses too;
shards upon the floor –
irrevocable damage?
Clay cups and earthenware,
tumblers and vessels
can be glued together,
replaced.
Hurt feelings, ingrown jealousies;
distrust, misdirected malignance –
fester: growing like a fissure,
starting small,
growing larger,
seeping through the heart,
ripping, tearing
until the trust dies
and enmity remains,
sparkling as only
malevolently glinting
glass does.
Monday, July 4, 2011
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One Art, to recognize, must be,
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