My ex, in anger,
threw my favourite
pyrex pie plate
from our eighth floor
balcony, hoping
to smash it
to pieces.
But it landed
in a tree –
lodged between
trunk and branch.
Seeing the sparrows
feast on the baked-on
crust was worth
the loss.
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