that cool feeling of
leather-hard clay
going over and over it
with your fingers
patiently (desperately)
slipping new pieces on
burnishing
scrutinizing from all angles
the heat
the waiting
the care
the cracking
the glaze
the inevitable end.
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 2:38 PM UTC
that cool feeling of
leather-hard clay
going over and over it
with your fingers
patiently (desperately)
slipping new pieces on
burnishing
scrutinizing from all angles
the heat
the waiting
the care
the cracking
the glaze
the inevitable end.
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