Peripheral
09-28-2014, 08:32 PM
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.
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.