What’s Fixed

By Bruce W. Niedt

(after Dorianne Laux)
My car's transmission, its thin red serum
no longer seeping. Your pearl earring,
with a tiny drop of epoxy.  My wrist, shattered
to an S-shaped monster of blood and bone,
bolted together to knit almost whole.
The garden hoe handle,
through the miracle of duct tape.
A friendship, torn apart by the lack
of a thank-you card, limping its way
back into the sun.  A city, shaken down
and washed away by a vengeful earth,
re-collecting its pieces.  And we,
under a reconciled moon, round again
if only for tonight, holding each other
together, our glue even stronger
than the thousand shards it mended.

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