Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Lines on Blue Willow

After the summer heat, the flames
scorch filaments from the surface,
stripping full figures down
to skeletons, brittle forms rising
from a charred desert.

We blame the wind
that winds its way
through canyons and
into the heart of a barren valley.

Among the ash,
one art.

A translucent vase
remains
resistant
to thermal shock.

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