The Kiln
The literate leaning is not a pen of pens,
it is a matter of matters.
Excavating shards — one assembles them,
assembles and resembles them.
One wets the clay to work it again,
and kneads it firmly as the wheel is turning,
then to the kiln at sunrise for the burning.
The sun is up and I am at it,
to the kiln at sunrise returning.