Joanna

NaPoWriMo (Day 10): Shattered

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.

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