a line of white glue,
squeezed
from
the toughened
tube,
used once,
maybe twice
when a ball was thrown
across the room
to strike
the vase
on the mantle.
tears were shed and yet,
it was hardly
an heirloom.
and now.
in this morning light.
i gently
apply another line
along
two halves of an old
jar
lamp,
cracked
down the center,
not mine.
but maybe it was important
to someone,
so i try.
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