Wednesday, September 23, 2020

An Empty Vase



An empty vase

can be cobalt blue

barely reflecting light

coming in the window,

dim like the last row of trees

on a western hill.


Or it can be ruby

which would only be spoiled

by the line

at the water’s surface,

reminder of fractures in old cement.


Just don’t give me a cracked vase.

It won’t stand up to normal use

with its split lip dribbling away its contents.


Instead, I’ll take one of those pitchers

in mustard yellow that leans back

waiting to be filled,

and just as willingly fills

the glasses within reach.


Emptied, it settles back

ready to serve again.


©2020 Muriel Thumm


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