On The Way–Purple Profundity: Poetry by Elisabeth Connelley

soft moving hands
slide along
the grace
of me
clay
sliding along
the wheel
is it my fingers that create
or the turning of the wheel that uses them
expression cries out in the light of the dark
union found
remembered

–by elisa connelley


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