• Vol. 08
  • Chapter 11
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Lump of clay,
misshapen, kneady,
full of potential,
happy to support
a warped hunk
of wannabe rebar
that just may be
pliable plasticine
pretending to be
metal, because
you can fake it
till you hope to
make it to the
highest echelon
of perfection,
nature’s masterpiece-
a tangerine,
birthed from seed,
sun, soil and water-
impeccable taste,
immaculate shape,
drenched hue-
unconcerned about
silly hierarchies,
content to live
in the moment,
and gift joy.