Friday, November 20, 2009
Friday, November 13, 2009
They hunched their backs in unison,
And contemplated the carelessly strewn pieces.
A thousand tiny bits of the puzzle,
Asking to be arranged.
Striving to reach the previous perfection;
The fragile harmony;
That existed on a box cover:
A happy home bathed in sunlight.
As they picked up the pieces,
A bitter-sweet thought escaped them,
There’s such joy in metaphors.