We broke a platter today.
The one with a neighborhood
of colorful houses crowded upon it,
a wedding gift from Beth Ogden
who I always considered so classy.

How many times
have you been shattered
this way,
precariously placed
too near an edge,
knocked from foundation,
scattered near the sink,
little pieces of you
mingling with
wet food in the drain?

How many times
have you put back together,
rearranged, reassembled
your own little houses,
reconstructing a neighborhood
arranging new dwellings,
moved safe from the landslides,
with a comfortable cottage
built just for you?

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