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His Sculpture

His Sculpture
Vajava used by permission of the artist. Background photo from Bigstock. Photo manipulation by William Shunn.

(Vajava, by Michael Ernst)

O to just wash it

clean,

white

as the shelf it sits on,

that thing he’d put up

on a pedestal—

a misshapen bicycle seat,

swollen coffee bean,

muddied Shinola shine

worn at the edges

as I am tonight,

whitewash

scuffed enough

to start to see

what he had made

comely

and black

as pure as infinity

with a white

shadow  

          

               

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