Yearn For The Urn

Weathered? yes.

Worn? yes.

Forgotten? never.

A faded whiteness, almost gray…

Called out to me…

Across the market way…

I rushed to touch…

The grainy sides…

The cool concrete…

Caused my pulse to rise…

Its hefty weight…

Of giant mass…

Would find a home…

It would be mine at last…

Muse 2010

There are few things as thrilling, as spying a used treasure and being able to  bring it home…I think this urn has a new life in its future, perhaps a fountain…we shall see.

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