Circle
A large round terracotta pot is broken.
It sits upright in the long grass.
where a slab of clay has crumbled away.
A tortoise dwells there now.
The cracked pot still provides shade
for that slow moving turtle.
At midday when no shadows play
it can still outrun the sun
in a small earthenware circle.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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