Silent sunlight
on my GuanYin
White porcelain
of tourist quality.
She was my mother’s.
No sign of the
eleven heads
or the thousand arms
of the fierce protectress.
She’s a wholesale beauty.
I’ll take it.
Friday, January 8, 2010
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So nice to be reading your poetry again! There's so much here in the 'tourist quality,' the 'She's a wholesale beauty.' Like so much of your writing, this one goes deeper than the surface. And always to some place interesting.
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