The slipper hits the flagstones hard
Shatters, glass skids in a star of shards,
A gleam alights one greed-glazed eye
Another winks, and then is dry.
He stutters, sadness, sorry, worry,
Blames himself for hopeful hurry.
But from the dark beneath the stair
She lifts the other of the pair.
The crystal shoe fits on her foot
With apron, drabs and kitchen soot.