Pieces of Light

It starts so simply
a tossing of dead flowers
from a milk white vase
into the compost.

The reeking rot of life
an olfactory assault
I run from
and to
a washing clean
over the sink,

where morning light
and translucent glass
become tender thought
of green days
and promises broken.

It started so simply,
a leg that didn’t work
then two, so she came on four
with lovelies from her garden.

First published in Brevity Poetry Review online journal.

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