cracked plate, this jagged
piece of blue china,
mud caked,
time worn, dimpled with
bites of winter
and sun,
has a story.
as does your own life,
chipped and used,
faded,
but kept clean
and ready,
stacked in the cupboard,
waiting for
someone with careful hands
to use, perhaps by
someone like you.
someone like you.
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