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Laughing Dove Poems

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Masterpiece

The glass blower sits behind his fire
while light falls from the windows
like a blessing.

He dips a glass rod into the flame
and in that molten moment’s frame

it could become the thing –
the tea cup, the dragon, the rose –
you most desire.

© Tamra Hays, 2008

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