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Scott Poole


I never thought this would do it, but

Now, screwing the handles

Back on the soup pot,

I felt almost satisfied.


Iíve never been almost satisfied before.

So I look out the window

At the leaning bending Ponderosa. How wonderful!

I donít want them frightened.


They pose for me as the new colonade

To a future cathedral

Not a sterility of flat stone but

A sanctuary of smoke

And smells like those in the first cave

With its first soup.


Yes, Now, while I

Screw the handles

Back on the stupid soup pot,

The handles I didnít even know could

Fall off,

I am almost completely

What I never supposed

I might be.

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