There is talk about the beauty of broken dishes...
That is what you do when you can't eat anymore...
When I am full...
My plate is empty...
There is talk about the beauty of broken dishes...
holding onto this hot cup full...
It just aches to be poured out...
Onto a bare foot
That way one might walk a bit differently...
And the one above
laughs and observes
and the one inside
laughs and observes
and the one outside
immediately runs toward broken dishes...
holding tightly onto a hot cup full...
That is what you do when aching to be poured out...
2 comments:
lovely
broken dishes speak for unspoken wishes
that were born at the precise meeting of
porcelain and wood, of dishes and floors
while the walls stood as jealous mid wives
shuttering their windows and their doors
the wishes would grow up, laugh, observe, empty, fill, empty, fill, empty, fill, until
until full and wishing for new broken dishes
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