In a Silver Jar

by on October 10, 2020 :: 0 comments

In a silver jar, behind a cactus plant,
Grow answers, also doubts, by design.

On that high shelf, by crystalline doves,
Perches mirror porcelain bits, extra fine.

By those insignificant cattle troughs,
Splash short-winged ducklings ‘til it’s time.

Smokey dreams seem more often all mirage—
Life’s a murky montage because we can’t align.

editors note:

We are the tchotchkes with tchotchkes who have tchotchkes. Make sense? – mh clay

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