Coffee Mug
I broke something this morning:
a beautiful, soft-foam-colored mug
with pussy-willows and white blossoms.
I bumped it with my elbow,
sent it tumbling to the floor –
and it shattered.
I picked the largest pieces to salvage.
One slice of porcelain rocked
on the tile, wavering from side,
and I cried for all broken things
that can never be fixed.
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