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Cracked Porcelain

Cracked Porcelain

Roman

are the numerals

that tumble the face

round and round

a polished stone

gleaming like sun on snow

you throw it in the air

toss it in the deep

chunk it over the fence

cross the street

through a window

against the wall

under the stove

rolls to stop

and lays there

helpless

in the dark

TL

Published inTamiko Lowery