- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Shards 2
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Shards 2
It sparkles in the gutter
on a gritty November day.
No one else notices it.
A cold wind blows through the streets
and the others just wish to get home.
I make my way to the gleam.
What is it?
What glitters so, on such a gloomy day?
It is a shard of glass,
and at first I am disappointed.
Just a piece of glass, nothing more.
But then I look closer.
It is blue, cobalt blue I think it's called.
It has glittery glaze on it,
and I can imagine it as a child's lamp,
or a jewelry bowl,
some decorative thing that never thought it would ever end up in a gutter somewhere.
Poor lamp, I think, to be made to be admired
and now here you are.
No one sees you, no one admires you but me.
What does it feel like, to be made for beauty
and instead now is just part of the trash in a gutter grate?
I go to pick up the shiny glass
and slice open my finger on the sharp edge.
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