Bits of Clay – v2

The swan boats motionless

up out of the water

the pond turning to a mud flat

the flowers, tulips shimmering

in yellows, oranges, and reds

The grasses by the shore sways

the lawn right to the waters

angles and shapes

in the wet mud before me

catching my eye, drawing me in

There in the mud shining

bits of the history

of Boston, of America,

ancient pieces of plates

and pipe, nestled in the dirt

Bits of clay, of pottery

long since discarded

trash of that time

the day to day jettisoned

finding their way to be bottom

an archeologist’s dream

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edited August 4, 2014

Bits of Clay – v2

February 12, 2010

Bits of Clay

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2010/02/bits-of-clay.html

Boston Common,

being drained for cleaning

at least 20 years ago

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