Pieces

If turtles use their shells for shelter.

Do fish get wet when it rains?

What is never learned is easily forgotten.

On a journey from here, I am so far away

It's noon with a broken compass

Holding a journal that fades

My tap root snapped in wrinkling hands

Through broken clouds shadows decay

I clutch a fractured crystal prize

No glue will hold it or its flaw disguise

In your chrome and white ceramic tile love

I'm next in line to see the marble judge