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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