Pencil Stubs Online
John I. Blair
There once appeared to me
Within a garden hole
The scattered shining shards
Of a broken sake bowl.
How they came to be there
I did not really know . . .
Perhaps a careless moment
But I could see they fit together
To form a lotus flower;
So I gathered them up all eagerly,
Caught by their power.
For hours I cleaned and fit and glued . . .
But no matter how I tried
The bowl would never be the same
Nor yet retain the beauty it implied
When mystery and dreams
Surrounded it within the ground
And reality had not been found.
©2001 John I. Blair
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