Monday, November 7, 2011

The Glue

Day 5: A "broken" poem. Something or someone that's broken.

The Glue

Tiny crystal ornament
In the shape of a scallop's
Open shell, broke right before
My eyes.Memories of past
Christmas trees I hung it on
Faded, but we looked for glue.

I cleaned the dust of seasons
Stored, and propped it carefully,
Dabbing it with adhesive.
It's back together now, but
What I want to know is where
Is the glue that will fix me?

Caren E. Salas

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