I bought this vase because
it was a find.
Not special
but a shadow
of a good design.
It made me think of
Frank Lloyd Wright.
I loved its price.
Its loneliness.
A thing I could afford.
An empty little thing
that froze and cracked in winter,
couldn’t hold
its water any more.
I’m practicing not wanting
Everything I have
And do not have.
This vase is just a memory.
It really doesn’t matter
now.
Linda Frye Burnham
April 2012