Tear's Salt
Inside out with heart held high
I ran and I ran to escape
but the earth falling back to earth
and the ever cycling sea
mixed midst the clouds
to make the rain into mud
that sucked me to standstill
covered me from head to heel
with red clay
until the next wave of searing heat
turned me to earthenware
glazed with tear's salt
on the inside out.
Ted Getzel Works
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