let me take you
to a place
of trees yet to grow
in pots formed from hands
careful on the wheel

sit on this log
cast with winds of pine
scented eucalyptus calm

a circle of welcoming marias
cracked open
together in candlelight
praise the waiting moon

central island
of easel poised
sunhat ready
to shield artists eyes
from too much clarity
wild abstract thoughts
cringe in sunlight

beckoning ceremonies
cauldron sits
in an earthen oven
fire's out
under clay taboon
resting from heated
flat bread bakings
candlewax marks the spot
where others sat
partaking in earths feast

silent red mother guards
sculpturescape
bids shalom
to those who pass

july 2001
Sculpture Garden
poetry
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