Broken Glass

by

J. M. Hallett

A slippery glass fell from my counter, down
Shattering o’er the kitchen floor
I picked, I swept, I vacuumed, I mopped
‘Til that floor shined, door to door

Last night, an entire year later, though
While barefoot in the kitchen, dark
From hiding, a transparent sliver did shoot
Straight and true to its fleshy mark

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