The Fall


Sturdy and base she stands,
bold and full and weighty,
holding,
bearing,
keeping,
a caressing reservoir of strength.

The edge stands ever so close.
Precariously positioned for one to nudge,
to tip,
to crash
when touched by human hearts and human hands.

Gracefully she goes
falling,
spilling,
shattering.
She cracks against the earth in a wet and sharp mosaic.
Beautiful.
Broken.

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