Broken Bowl

December 22, 2014

Sweeping up
This broken bowl
With the broom in my hand
Like I’ve swept up
So many more before it
I realize
At the end of it all
If all that needs replacing
Is a bowl or a glass
And if the bond that
Holds us together
Is stronger than
Some dish crashed
Upon the hardwood floor
Then it was worth
Every shard.

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