Monday, August 25, 2008

The Cup

the cup
from my hands
and broke
a thousand pieces

each shard a memory
of the whole

i pick up each sliver
as if it can tell a story

if i hear the
thousand stories
that were in that cup

if i can hold them
with gentle expectation
and not leave them scattered
on the cold floor

perhaps we can both be
whole again

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