it landed square on it's base
the sides peeled away from each other
like a flower opening in full bloom
it sang as the pieces floated in mid-air
the few drops of water left in the glass
scattered upwards like pollen from the bloom
everything that had and will be beautiful
beauty itself was caught in that moment
on the floor
momentary and fleeting
a dance of light
a song of one note
and a shard of glass in my heel
-o0o-
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