Red Jar

The clouds drift by In the hot clear skyA shade of pale white blue.Reflected in a potter's jarWho brought his clay from the river farAway and stained it fire red.The jar, a fountain bubbling cool,Breaks the potter's holding ruleInstead spouts drink for roses pink.

Fruit Bowl

Green and redRed and green.Like Christmas,Like cardinals in pine trees,Like strawberries under leaves,Like Irish plaid.Like roses against stems,Like salsa and lime,Like tulips in spring.Like watermelon and rind.Green and red.Red and green.Like apples and tomatoes.

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