the broken vase

it's a blue shard

of porcelain, a broken vase

beneath

the dirt

in the old yard by the tracks

that once

led to the river port.

is there a story there,

perhaps,

who poured

water into the glass

to keep the flowers alive,

what kind of

flowers were they,

were they given in love,

or did someone

die, or just flowers,

cut in bloom

to bring the room alive.