Sugar and Glass
Occasionally, the sugar cubes
were overshadowed by shards of glass.
Nighttime was for praying for another sweetened day
Decades blew away like gulls on a hurricane cay.
Back and forth- sugar and glass-glass and sugar.
Washing it all down with an astral grin and wooden prayer.
With much practice, you couldn't tell the crystal from the shard.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2024
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