vase,
set proudly
in the foyer.
a pot of sorts that i told
her
looked
like it came
from the Ming Dynasty.
it's beautiful
i told her.
the blue swirls of
dragons
and vines
against the gleaming
porcelain
white.
Target she told me.
twenty-nine,
ninety-five.
i've got another one
in bathroom.
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