Repair A flying rock chisels his desire, a crystal snowflake on my car’s window. Isn’t it too beautiful to repair, a desire that’s cracked and hollow? But I am told a wound has to be healed by flowing resin curing as hard as steel. After repair I see only one tiny white speckle, and feel silky on the window’s outer surface. Then I sit in my car relieved and settled, inspect repair on its inside surface. To my despair, an imperfect crystal snowflake greets my stare. |