delicate slope of summer,
a Thursday perhaps,
fragile between the fingers, among the hands
a pottery wheel,
second hand clay,
leaving pages torn from surfing magazines,
a trail,
a memento for the lingering night,
the small stove,
and brewing tea,
Andrew Tipton
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