Jomon Period Clay Jar

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In my dream I sat quietly on the Asahi Mound

 

It must be a dream since Japan is so abstract

That the news of national disaster of

Fukushima Daiichi

And more recent

Takahama plant

Seems as far away as an orange theory of Mars itself

 

But the woman who wove clay strings together into a jar

Two thousand years ago

Is closer to me than my mother

The spirit of art, life, death, and continuity

Was passed to me

As I dream

Clay dragon jars

 

12/06/12

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L'Anse, MI

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 bracing Michigan’s wind

abundance of colors

 

pine

emerald

sage

 

or

 

basil in the mist

seaweed

in heavy rain

 

three hundred and seventy five miles

what now is home

 

how far

I am willing to look for peace

 

is it not in the

clover greens

 

is it in the

silver fish lake

 

even though Superior

freedom still waits

patiently

 

for me

to discover

 

08 2017