pride in our pottery,
our knitted
hats and scarves,
our numbered paintings.
down
to the art center we go
to make things.
hands
on the cold clay,
straddling the wheel,
holding brushes,
welding
pieces of metal, and naming
the project,
Today.
we take fragile sticks
and the skin of birch
trees
and create a feeling,
an emotion,
something
we're not quite sure of,
but it pleases us.
keeps
our mind free off what
lies ahead, what lies behind.
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