Ship in a
bottle, relic
Of a visit
to a whaling museum, relic
Of a
relationship once
as whole as
the spigot,
small piece
hidden
under the
carved wooden stand,
bottle
turned to conceal
its
unwholeness.
Glass
slivers and glue
Applied with
fine brush
toothpick
canting
needle
But all the
precision
Concentrated
in his fingertips
Cannot make
one
That which
is broken.
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