It’s still life What a massing! how that cup to cup and jug to spout keeps all the ugly business out that threatens to wreck this ziguratted turret and all its rich teapotted mounded domes (turbaned for a kublai khan) Hold up that hefted handle there! and is that an orange too? deftly chose for pyramidal juxtapose? slipped curves, six shadows and four make square and more, the way it sits on air waiting and pure solid and sure willing to share what is oh so rare long as these dimensions lie ranked in rows of light on shade sweet these wordy musings ply their warply way so weftly made just don’t let it slip, twist the cup and the lip.

Poetry by William F. Buford Copyright © 2004-2007 William F. Buford. All Rights Reserved.