Faulty Physics
In the garage with my back turned
I hear the shatter and spin around.
Shards of porcelain on the ground.
Questions were asked, nothing was learned.
My 4-year-old stood there,
With a plastered smile and averted eyes.
He was guilty but proof was the real prize.
I had nothing but accusations to bare.
"You dropped it," I muttered.
"No I didn't," he asserted.
"It dropped itself," he blurted.
To the broom I puttered
With faulty physics to blame.
I swept up the pieces as well all
Floated up, up, up
Into the rain.
Copyright © Matt Caliri | Year Posted 2022
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