Celtic bones
Or perhaps a pig's
Rattle
To a conclusion
In the quick spill.
Am I judging at
The wrong time?
Does everything need
Time to ripen?
I look at you and
The chair; both are
Composed of many parts.
Light! More light
To focus the attention!
You are clear
Through experience
But the chair is an
Incomplete
Stranger
Who must age in my
Sight before it can be
Accepted.
2.3.2002
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