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Saturday, April 12, 2014

A Camera Gate

I wait at the chapel gate
     for a prayer . . . 

Years drawing bobbins sprockets, things that turned . . . 
I made cameras with bobbins
    then some films

The bobbins spun to pots,
the sprocket edges became lips,
     thirsty lips
     crafted, for a metal ending.

Potters know of lips
smoothed with wet chamois,
     how alpacas sacrifice their skin.

I walked through that gate, went into that chapel. 

Did I pray?
     pour sacred water into vessels?

They turn, pour from one to the other . .  

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