Dialogue Between Duty and Delight

Always, they hold up two bowls, two plates, 
two signs—one for utility, the other for
something frivolous (call it beauty or sweet-
ness, polish or light). Simplicity of wood 
against  telenovela swirls embedded in marble.
Does it take second sight to free the figure 
pressing toward the chisel's point, the hammer's 
blows on rough stone; and could you really choose 
between a wildflower or the moon? The bee 
papers its hive in hexagons, a geometry that holds
the most weight. Cool air, vaulted ceilings—
Some birds soar above the rafters, others
make a career of conversing with the ground.

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