Cracked


Cracked
She looks out through the glass
Still cold, still winter
The fence and the shed need painting
Peeling and bent
Barely holding up
But a lick of paint is no use now
It will not cover the cracks
Like the cross on the wall
That someone has carefully glued back together
But the crack still shows
It’s lost its value now
She carefully takes it down
And throws it out
With the clothes for the homeless

Jane Frances 

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