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The Words of the Pot to the Swallow

by Lydia Harris

My body is hollow as sky.
I glint grains like your eye.
I’m courted by flame.
Hear me ring.

Your wings fold my rim.
Your song echoes my belly.

You step onto my skin
write oval and lozenge.


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