Selma Rae does pottery, and we were talking last night she said, "I do pottery, you do poetry!" She talked me into putting one of my pieces on here. This one's called:
"But for a Pipe: A Dream"
The man with the beard
stands by the steps
he thinks he looks distinguished there
elbow patches on his jacket
book in hand, pensive
but the woman can see
the weak chin he hides
and the strict limitations
by which he abides
even if he is reading
Tolstoy.
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