Freeverse 522

8/21/21

I wish sculptors would show us
not only their firm creations
but their piles of chips and dust
the clutter, which life shed and suddenly jumped
after the thousandth chisel clunked
she reached out, with stone hand and said
how do you do? no longer junk
and nothing more unique

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