he held a miniature sand castle
in the palm of his hand,
a tower shooting straight up
and magically held together.
suddenly it begins to crumble,
and all his efforts to stop it
are met with clumps of sand
falling through his fingers.
now damaged, he questions
salvage versus acceptance.
risk utter destruction of a thing,
or redefine beauty for its sake.
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