I carry around a glass
flute, eager to play
a melody. I walked
up to you today.

You panicked and
someone else not
understanding
clumsily dropped it.


Would you see me at
the Christmas party?

You just stood aside,
faceless and someone
walked up and pulled
it out of my hands,
smashing it.

Would you come to
the crab feast?

You smiled then
balanced my flute
on the fence, the
slightest puff of
air teetered it over.
"Which side does it fall to?"
It doesn't matter.

Now you cringe and
pretend I am not there.
Did I do go too far
or not far enough?

Would you like to
go a dinner with me?

A million glittering
pieces of shard-ed
glass and emptiness.


I carry around a glass
flute, eager to play
a melody. I walked
up to you today.

We both laughed and
you took my flute
and placed it on velveted
wood upon the wall.

I didn't even have to ask.
Only thought to myself,
"circumstance or happenstance?"

One single piece of
transparent melody;
safely displayed
for all to see.