1.29.2014
family crockery out of boxes,
chipped rose-patterned tea
pot, crystal sherbet glass
caked with dust of the years,
ceramic beer stein with
company logo for service
well done, china from england,
silver tarnished to dark fantasy
duskiness.
the ww I dagger with hard
knuckled handle stands at
odds to all, its own witness
to another face of those lives,
less domestic less talked
about.
our mugs and pots and
servers will pile up for
our heirs puzzled glances
as well. things honored
by the touch of a hand,
the breath of
specific lips.
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