in the cupboard. it's not mine.
it came
at some point
with a slice of cake upon it.
or cookies wrapped
tight.
it's a pale blue plate,
of china.
delicate, with flowers around
the edge.
a small chip too.
which gives me pleasure.
finding
joy in things imperfect.
i'd return it if i knew
who it belong to,
but there are so many to
choose.
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