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Sunday, September 1, 2019






September 1, 2019


Fragments, slivers, shardstiny pieces holding cracks together.
Last night when the vase that had traveled with you from New Mexico
hit the floor I held my breath.
And a lost breath is just this.
You placed the small green vessel back on the shelf
and went about your business.
I stood, longer, looking at the place it had landed,
wondered if there’d be a soft spot waiting for me when I fell?
The shelf is over-crowded;
a reminder of the way I live.
I say I want to thin out, simplify.
I want this.
Then I look at small reminders ~ of what?
Other times, other people?
Precious things of worth? Is this a thing in itself?

xo





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