Wordless Flavored Drink /33
Open it with care, she is your
blood drawn into you and
held by the neck
of the bottle before it is poured.
Later, you will find time
for questions but just now
its easier to talk
than listen.
The words pour from the wound in
slow patches, clotting the very pavement
on which you turn,, filling the holes.
Finally, the wind arrives with its
unsteady voice, clouding the unreported
weather with the uncertainty of the human
mind: first it speaks and then must
build from those words
their meaning with it's own hands.
Is it not enough that you and I
agree? Here, on this spot we turn
separate ways, fold down those
pages, ask once more for the time,
that it may be something more than words.
Words any one person owns,
or cares to own.
33.
Teapots: Over the years I've made somewhere between 50 and 100 t-pots and though I can't remember where any individual t-pot went, they must be out there somewhere in some kitchen, known to the owner. T-pots don't sell well, they take about three or four times the work that a cup or bowl takes so the price is a bit "dear". However, what I like about making a ceramic t-pot is that you get to do a lot of different things on any t pot: handle, spout, lid, good use, so on and so on. And, I like a t-pot short and stout: Here is my handle, Here is my spout, tip me up and pour me out,,, a good image for these poems.
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