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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