my precious friend sarah bis a collector of my spelling and other poetry/pottery mistakes
she loves that i am a poet who ( sometimes ) can't spell
so a few years back when a mistake pot, a second i suppose
( but in an oddly endearing way ) came to be, it was she
who gave it a home.
and although it's a bit of a running joke between us
she has a nice little collection now indeed ( here's another ). . .
above is the latest installment . . .
life is full of missing things . . .
things left out . . .
and sometimes it is the missing parts that are the ones most treasured
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