moonlight on broken glass

in the gutter a shard of broken hope
glistens,    winking back to the full moon.       who
knows their deep lingering secret?        what tides
they both have seen in elemental memories   —
what comings and goings, revolutions
and falls to decadence and ruins,     what
tragedies,     what comedies,     what stale dramas
between lovers, haters, spouses, children

and parents   .   .   .   how this shard came to be here,
winking at the moon, tear of frost glistening,
witness to a drunken tirade and the blows
of word and fist to follow;     trust destroyed
and the fragile,   brilliant,   resilient souls
of a son and daughter forever scarred.


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