the vase

the unearthed
vase from
the yard split
open by workers
in the spring
sun, standing
back, before
one picks it
up and brings
it in. it's
perfect in shape
and form,
not a chip
or hairline crack
to be found.
the color is white
like new eggs,
flowered in
wedgewood blue,
that becomes clear
as you wipe
it down beneath
warm water
in the sink
and you wonder who
and why this
vase was buried
so deep
within the yard,
so long ago.
such secrets do
we hold.