If I were a vase
If I were a vase I'd want my potter to shape me like a pear for him to stain me bright colors tight around my form when oven-dried, all my v---v-v--v--vvv-v--v-v's within me might hold canterbury bells, freesia, columbine, honeysuckle rushes of wild grasses all might blow softly from an open window and I would ving-vong-ving -vang ving!
© Diane Stevenson Schmolka
(I did not think about it. It just came out from within me in 2-3 minutes.)
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