Pottery Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Pottery



Crockery lying broken atop a desert floor, shards strewn
everywhere you look.

Once long ago pottery used by American Indians, now all
just pieces of it scattered across the desert.

Nowadays there are no Indians to be seen anywhere

Thursday, November 6, 2014
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