THE SOURCE OF GREATNESS
For one fleeting moment
This icy cold morning
The marble casts a shadow
Much longer than itself
Blue fire sparks in its depths
A comet
Blazing a trail
Across the orange peel of kitchen counter
Then the winter sunrise
Is swallowed up by clouds
And once again
There is but
A small ball of glass.
5.12.2016
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Published on December 05, 2016 09:24