The Cup
it’s only a modest stoneware cup
a homely looking little object
glazed the color of ruddy moss
it spends most of its time
on a glass shelf among prettier
machine made mugs and cups
looking somewhat sad and small
I crave the feel of it in my hands
and my connection to the unknown artisan who made it
I picture it on the on the potter’s wheel
spinning between clay coated hands
I love the heat that seeps through its thickness
and into my hands when I fill it on cold mornings
and the little ridges the potter’s hands made
that form the comfortable grooves for my own fingers
it’s only a modest stoneware cup
a homely looking little object
glazed the color of ruddy moss
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