A cold china dish breaks
against black pavement
into sharp white shards;
like fragile raindrops
splinters suspended in midair,
in a frozen moment.
Porcelain chips cut
through a motionless breath
while the action loses its anger;
a beautiful symphony of sound
crashes in on me,
quiets all other noise.
Like a sigh of relief,
the shatter leaves behind
one fulfilling silence;
awe at the crunching underfoot
pieces of my anger,
swept into the dustbin.
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