Past Imperfect


It will never be the same again

the broken pot or plate

knocked over, 

dropped from a height

shattered 

it’s perfection destroyed,

not beyond repair

just forever imperfect

patched up

with little spaces left

where the light shines through.

I think I can recreate its magic

perfect it

anew

repair it 

with molten gold 

and shining jewels

that reflect the light

like those old glasses 

dug up from the garden

and washed till they gleam

then offered for sale

with the light shinning through

like a Georgian window 

perfect in it’s imperfection

distorting the vision

enhancing it 

with mystery.

It’s light,

carrying the past into the present.

I think I can do it.


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