Empty Shelf

There was a glass

I placed it high

upon a shelf

I couldn’t reach

when the light

was just right

it shown with

fire alive and bright

A man came by

late one night

and saw my glass

deciding he must

have it for himself

I begged him not

to take it

down

please, just let it be

but he took it

from the shelf

and in his hands

he cradled it

gently

for a while

and when he was

done he let it

go

shattered it upon the floor

and walked away

without a backward

glance

and now my shelf is empty

the fire gone

the light useless

as it graces

emptiness.

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Glass

Pushed into sand

where lightning struck

immortalized in glass

Lying here

year after year

transparent and bare

abiding time

weaker

stronger

danger passes

birthed of fire

damage done

fragile fractures

gentle gust

turned back to dust.