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By Mona Wanlass

Stepping into your canvasses
lost within captured dreams
searching for the moment you were there
breathing vision into brushstroke.

At your potters wheel
my humbled hands so cold;
covet impressions left in earthen ware
ceramic relics shelved,
no longer for sale.

Caressing the plaster image
I kiss the death masks' lips
good-bye.

(For Johnny)  

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