Flask and vessel
Flask
I tip over a lamp within
the span of a minute, getting up
from a fog on my phone in a bed
in a dream, my mother's sketches
of birds with pen on canvas
stretched around a curled copper frame
to work as a lampshade fall.
A question as to where they land
arises as I'm hanging up the very same
sketches, fully fledged as an oil
dried within the span of a minute,
after tipping a lamp in the fog like a flask.
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Vessel
The vessel takes a form and shuts
itself upon a bluff, a plover
lands and washes. Baby feet
into the sink upon his baby head
I sprinkle warm tap 'till he laughs.
The vessel takes upon itself a burden.
I drip from a hilltop. I can carve
away vastness after vastness with a laugh
from the baby. Low wave break.
In the garden we take a vessel
full of garlic to the gates and let it break:
the vessel has discarded many shapes.