|The 2River View||21.4 (Summer 2017)|
sand strewn with eel grass
two oystercatchers strutting
until they squawk off
a white egret who resumes
near a snail shell backside up
the rose gold of some peach
somewhere else, a shell here
each a curved home
into beautiful pieces.
Now I stack my mother’s measuring cups
There will always be the dent near the lip
and the careful line of wizened glue along a crack
when her youngest daughter married. How can I
Her life in which a cup was dropped in argument
waited for sugar while the children played outside.
for the umber vase from China. The tree forgets
wasps leave the leathery globe they labored to build.
but feel, as I reach, some residue in the things
In a village far from where I live, a gourd held water
the gourd that once held seeds then water
does she pause in wonder that it remains
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