At the corner of my eye, it distracted me
That delicate blown glass, inherited from our nonna.
The one she carried tenderly from Burano
Tantalizing and fragile.
There were children, and dogs and large clumsy men
Bumping and thumping their weight about the house
We ladies chopped and stirred and turned out cake
We spoke our truths, lovingly broke bread
While that heavenly heirloom tottered in space.
How it held. How it waited
For a moment of inattention
It wanted to tumble, it longed for displacement
Too many years stood still
Sedentary, stable, stagnant.
It wanted to fall. [94 words]
Thank you Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (fearless leader) for continuing to set this 100 word or less challenge. Your commitment is appreciated by many.
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