Her face is not perfect, scored by sorrows,
eyes shattered and wet.
A cracked mirror
shows her face.
What potter
has the skill
to fit her shards together,
to seal her with golden resin?
Along comes a man who slowly learns from her,
like the archaeologist who digs in ruins, seeks fragments,
one for whom only the broken is perfect.
Bruce Parker earned an MA in Secondary Education at the University of New Mexico and has worked as a technical editor, teacher of English as a Second Language, and translator. His work has appeared in Quarterday Review, Scarlet Leaf Review, Conceptions Southwest, 2elizabeths and Zau (Light).
