Like a wheel Of one of many covered Wagons whichOnce lined this old town's streetsBefore bricks paved themBefore substantial buildings Took up residence and Stores openedAlong themSnowfake Heralding ChristmasSnowflakeNever falling, never meltingSnowflakeSparkling blue at nightBlue starburstSnowflakeAbove a dusty Kansas streetHolding up the bold blueSky. 

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.

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