Fragility


She lives
just a stone’s throw
from a glass house.

Steps
gingerly through the shards
peeking in for a glimpse.

Sees
well-worn windows
make fine mirrors.

Stands
holding smooth, round weight
in hesitant hand
waiting for someone else
to
cast
the
first.

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5 Responses to Fragility

  1. beespoetry says:

    Ooh. Evocative. I can see the polished glass reflecting a stormy sky above- much to think about here.

  2. I love the first line: a stone’s throw from a glass house. It’s one of those lines where you think, “oh I wish I had thought of that”. Great poem.

  3. booguloo says:

    Tracy said it first and I agree.

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  5. Shawna says:

    I love homophones, like “cast.”

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