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michaelboyWater in a plastic cup - sensible and obedient knowing such acquiescence in rigid form or in the color of earth - yielding and forgiving - remembering its supplication to the potter's hand.
All those pieces that scatter to the floor
you scramble to pick them up while knowing
that many are simply unrecognizable shards
(pottery from some long-forgotten civilization)
It is difficult to know to which plate or cup they belong and even if you did figure it out would you know how to reassemble them?
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My dad made this pot when I was young and it is one of my favorites. He made it for my teacher who made us fried tortilla chips and salsa...long before they were ever sold in bags and jars. I loved them so much she made me my own special batch. She passed away several years ago and her daughter gave the pot to me.
* * *
All those pieces that scatter to the floor
you scramble to pick them up while knowing
that many are simply unrecognizable shards
(pottery from some long-forgotten civilization)
It is difficult to know to which plate or cup they belong and even if you did figure it out would you know how to reassemble them?
* * *
My dad made this pot when I was young and it is one of my favorites. He made it for my teacher who made us fried tortilla chips and salsa...long before they were ever sold in bags and jars. I loved them so much she made me my own special batch. She passed away several years ago and her daughter gave the pot to me.
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