Impromptu
the power
of my mind
allows me to
shape the clay
made from your
dirt and my tears
confused
thinking i was
using Colombian
marble pressing thumbs
and fingers shaving flakes
and pieces making a stone idol
idly buying
by using pesos
to purchase that
which valuelessly is
time itself which is timeless
and when finished will sit atop
my
mantle
a memento
molded not knowing
might what the ending be
in abstract i see her flesh figure
in
mud
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