This entry is part 39 of 91 in the series Toward Noon: 3verses


The perfect pits
in the snow around
the lowbush blueberry stems

awaken in me
the old urge to collect—a museum
of pots and bronzes,

and in the plaza,
a fountain that accommodates
every coin-sized absence…

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3 Replies to “Vessels”

      1. It’s rather mysterious, the seemingly universal impulse to throw coins into water, or to hammer them into trees. Sacrifice or bribe?
        I’ve been reading Thomas A Clark’s The Hundred Thousand Places. I think you might like it.

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