My Favorite Glass

“My favorite glass”

I asked her why do hearts have to break
And she took a glass from the shelf
And smashed it on the floor –
Scattered shards and metaphors.
I watched her meticulously
Put all the pieces back in place
With paper glue and scotch tape
Though it didn’t go back together right ;
A few pieces missing,
A couple of them fractured,
Still it was my favorite glass.

By Paul D Aronson. 2003. All Rights Reserved.

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