Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Porcelain Anger

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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