This place and
all our encounters
are made of glass-
''fire it up''
with azure blue
and still
it is just a thin
wafer of joy
set up on a shelf.
''handle with care''
this sphere
is open for exhibit
but don't touch!
we guard ourselves
from being broken
loosing value
aware of cracks
chipped edges
when, ''quality counts'',
but only if you use
your best china
Adryan Rotica
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/best-china/
