Glazing an urn

[Peripheral]

This urn holds
air, is wiped clean, is not glazed but crisp
yellow like an old meerschaum. There is a hole
at its forehead for air
to fold around and press into
air, suave entrance as if with a waxed
air. The round hole whistles like some after-
vibration of a bell gong glad
to see the air through, but to look
seems, look: still further off and
it is underhanded to observe
her features by the image
in the bus window, to coat
when the always-child gaze had the texture
but the grasp
is followed by what, really
what sheen. This urn holds
air, is clean, is smooth.