Plate

 

Birthday cake

This round plate

Sits on my kitchen shelf

Staring with its broad red rim

And bright central floral eye.

I have kept a bed in five nations,

Seen the sun arise at odd times.

I must probe with blind fingers

Into memory to feel origins.

Birthdays at age two and six and eight

Saw my mother pedestal my cakes

On this very plate.

It gives me history.

One glance, one touch

Confers personal mythology

On crockery.

 

 

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