Lapilli

Everything comes 
             as it will—

A mountain with perfect
            sides sends out plumes of smoke.

A vessel caves into itself
            in the tight-knit space of its descent.

See how the skies fill
          with the heavy breasts of clouds.

Put water in the copper kettle
         and wait for it to boil.

Pour it into the beautiful green-
         glazed cups molded from clay and ash.

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