An Imperfection
An imperfection broke one day
Like the wilting of a thornless rose.
Petal upon petal, tear upon tear,
An imperfection more imperfect than before.
An imperfection stood by a grave
Ran a finger where there was no name.
Grass stains blurred her porcelain knees,
An imperfection more imperfect than before.
An imperfection died one day
In drops of liquid glass
Shining in the morning sun,
An imperfection more perfect than before.