My Favorite Cup

Posted on March 3, 2018 by wbgayle

Shattered.
Here one minute
yet with one careless brush
of a hand in needless hurry
crashed to the floor without forgiveness,
in fragments now, beyond repair.
But its sweet memory
in time was not
shattered.

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