I feel like a glass that’s been shattered,
nudged from life’s table by a careless elbow.
In the middle of my kitchen
jags the edge that loves Russia.
Under the table
shine my dreams of the moon.
My inner child kneels among the sparkles,
frantically mopping.
Word Wabbit 
This is powerful! You always give us such great word pictures!
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Thank you for the encouragement! 🙂
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Really a great piece.
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