Ode & Essence
One Day It's Valuable The Next It Isn't
One Day It's Valuable The Next It Isn't
A glass box is fragile
falls as if it were pushed by a ghost
It wasn’t your hand
not your elbow, not your thigh
you didn’t accidently bump it
It wasn’t the dog running around
not the boys playing with their cars
not the girl putting her legs
on the coffee table
nor the wind or the earth’s motion
The glass box broke
shattered into a million pieces
specs of crystal all over the floor