“Pots break. All the time.
Memories, only memories, remain unbroken” (Anonymous)
Shards of clay
Scattered
Can’t drift away
Reminder
Of creation broken
No matter
Cause we hope in
Another
Chance
Our memories
Drift
As our stories
Shift
From fact to fiction
Time
Allows our diction
Another
Trance
Vanity of vanities
Dispels
Our common humanity
Still
We try to remember
Stories
That won’t dismember
Another
Dance
© Peter Bean
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