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invisible to the naked eye

When I break something
- my mirror, my cup, my heart -
the practical, capable me
takes charge:

gingerly picks up
the large pieces
digs around to find the tools,
- the dustpan and brush -
to sweep up the smaller slivers

for a while at least
I take care
when walking or working
near that danger spot

But always it is

the tiny shards,
the razor sharps,
that find the unprotected limb
dig under the skin
and draw blood

Posted on December 6, 2004 10:24 AM |

Comments (1)

Nini:

Nini said...

You have the most amazing gift to arrange letters, words, fragments and/or sentences in such a way that it touches me.

Ek hoop jy hou nooit op skryf nie. Jy toor met woorde!

Lief jou klompe baie.

Posted by Nini | December 21, 2004 12:04 PM

Posted on December 21, 2004 12:04

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