Friday, May 11, 2012

Shattered Pieces

Carefully I place the shattered pieces
on a tapestry of shimmer.
No glue will repair the damage
so I hold them and imagine it whole.
I keep the shards in the cloth 
tied with strands of her hair
Until I am strong enough
to face my consciousness 
Turning my wet eyes to the sky
Hoping to suspend another moment

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