blue porcelain bowl
blue porcelain bowlI am the blue porcelain bowl
got in China
inside rim of my bottom ring
is a chip
only I know it's there
there was a -- defect
in firing when I was
made
-- left a fissure
so small it went unnoticed
lady from San Francisco
who bought me in Guangdong
brought me home
never noticed invisible crack
under me
on trans-Pacific voyage
a little piece fell off
packing box never told
about the sliver of blue
unpacking in townhouse
by the Bay -- I was set on a table
-- by a window
I am filled with rose petals
from time to time.
vcp
Poetry by Victor
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Written on 2016-06-10 at 20:02
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