Repair
A flying rock chisels his desire,
a crystal snowflake on my car’s window.
Isn’t it too beautiful to repair,
a desire that’s cracked and hollow?
But I am told a wound has to be healed
by flowing resin curing as hard as steel.
After repair I see only one tiny white speckle,
and feel silky on the window’s outer surface.
Then I sit in my car relieved and settled,
inspect repair on its inside surface.
To my despair,
an imperfect crystal snowflake greets my stare.
