The Flower Pot
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I guess I wasn't all that
surprised to see a flower pot
sitting outside our door
La Contessa had asked me
to take pots from the balcony
down to the garage and
clean them out
that was just a few hours before
they belonged to friend of ours
down the hall
so I looked down
at the flowers
at my feet
bright
as spring
(rising dainty to my eye)
and bent over
to pick them up--
pot and all
my fingers
formed a cradle for the pot
itself
preparing for the lift
but when they reached the object
down there
they recoiled
in confusion
for the pot
had morphed into
something
soft
giving in to confused fingers
expecting ceramic
or molded polypropylene
not--
a canvas bag
containing muffins
from the neighbor friend
...
instead
...
such wonderful miracles
occur
when the eyes
forget
to feed the brain
josjr (2010 1201)
