Coming Moon

It begins
tugging
and pulling
a coy woman
behind the clouds
brilliantly teasing
like you
a master potter
with crackling
wet fingers
spinning
molding
and shaping
a vessel
from
my red clay
heart

© 2005 J.A. Spahr-Summers

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