clay bowl
should hold the water
the kiln bakes out
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4143
stars on the lake
a summer galaxy
the swans push aside
4142
sun on my back
a reflected
puddle’s rose
4141
in a fire
apart from the future
everything is lost
4140
in the high country
a feather worked loose
of an eagle’s dive
4139
still out of sight
the rising voice
of the waterfall
4138
he watches her
spray-hose
the climbing roses
4137
free from the earth
the butter-pan sizzles
of our mushrooms
4136
her herbs
scenting the garden
scenting the rain
4135
afternoon heat
the scents and foams
of the ferry’s wake