A stoneware jug

The stoneware jug was set to drain
Unwittingly on edge, and fell
Into the crystal flute, the last one
Of its set, now gone:
Its jagged edge a threat to veins
To balance – perhaps – the drinks
It had contained, the pleasure
Conviviality and hopes that they
Reflected, drained.

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