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I dropped a plate

I dropped a plate and broke it
it came from a set

I keep the scraped-down leak marks from the rain
on the wall from two years ago
layers of blue and tan

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The broken, the underneath,
the backwards:

On the radio, Merce said, Do it backwards,
Jump first, then run,

even if it was just with his arms, when he got old
even if some people hated it

Break the Glass