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Friday, October 15, 2010

A thousand cranes




The formless lump
of clay
that finds itself
at bay
atop
a spinning world
this day
from the bottom
up
the guiding pressure
from
the potter's hands
lifting
this lump
of primal ooze
up
and into
a celadon vase
of a thousand cranes
in their
earthen home
each
awaiting
that autumn day
to burst
and fly
away

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