Friday, March 2, 2012

3490. MING

MING
As only the Ming Dynasty would
know, my name has been insecurely
etched and painted - a long time ago - 
on some blue vases in a period way.
A piece of the past, beneath now my
wings, still smolders. For now, I too
must let it be. A crane (in those days,
yes, still but a bird), I see, lingers at
the waterside, near some awesome 
Chinese clouds and reeds. All the
same, it's me I recognize within the
solid matter of this picture and setting.

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