a dish breaks-
pretty blue thrift-shop china-
out of place in a sea of cabinets
holding plastic bowls
without lids,
snickering behind their doors
at the cornflower shards
littering linoleum floors
scratched dull and failing to reflect
the afternoon light
stretching from the sea
to the dirty screen
of Gramma's kitchen window
where I peeked inside
and saw Her pieces.
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