Vase Dream - C'Est La Vie

Vase Dream - c'est la vie White vase with no design Dangling there - c'est la vie I think somewhere in Center City Apart from everything In an apartment rising skyward Lingering on the edge of ledge Standing tall atop a railing raw Languishing over the 20th Floor Or there about And more - c'est la vie The balcony did its’ best of course Displaying the fragile curves Morning sun light danced approval Around bouncing beams above the surface But nothing could stop a soft breeze from… Poof!.....And off it went… c'est la vie An alert French man Pastry smile and all Happened along With left handed nimble fingers caressing a Beaujolais 42 The other hand stretched out with stress As if to field an errant football pass And in that chance encounter…Catch!... Tumbling to concrete boundaries down Bottle released in a wincing crash Ground favored his mortal urgency Pottery saved - c'est la vie Intact French man’s head cracked Let’s say opened Something like an egg A natural death ensued - c'est la vie A passer-by seized the moment Lifted vase and fled Made off down and dirty An ally Another fate for vase awaits Less encumbered In a land far away To dream of ledges - c'est la vie If so inclined Or so designed Modified on 10/21/14 for - c'est la vie - Poetry Contest