Porcelain Pieces by Michael Harwood

Photo and poem by Michael Harwood

Photo and poem by Michael Harwood

 

Porcelain Pieces

back to the beach

what for?

to hide or reflect

drink from the cup of neglect

swim out, so far from the shore

porcelain pieces

lie on the floor

glitter in a moon bold and full

crushed by the rampaging bull

what for?

your taste on my tongue

what for?

is it a hunger or thirst?

why can’t passion come first?

hot and raw

back to the beach

once more

am I just one grain of sand?

to be held in your hand

what for?

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