So much for showing any shred of grace.
I worry, I pace with wet salty face.
The mugs that I wear have recently cracked.
There’s too many lies & too little fact.
Crackle glazed & fire-burned porcelain masks.
Known modes of hiding aren’t up to these tasks.
So, grind to powder fired & shattered earth.
Then, add humis, water & seeds to birth.
Dinner plate dahlias in early bird blue.
Big blooming delft dishes as compost’s glue.

For: J
