out the chipped dish,
the cracked plate, the cup
with the jagged edge.
they have served me well
through the years.
a hot meal carried,
a bowl with soup, a cup
filled with
coffee to the brim.
they have become strange
friends.
relied upon day after day.
i feel for them
as i gently wash and dry,
once more finding
room on the shelf,
to put them away.
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