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The Bowl

By 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
Years ago.

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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