Ode to an Ewer
Who did you belong to long ago?
Who were you made for?
Who has wrapped their fingers around your handle?
Who has stroked your golden coat with the utmost delicacy and appreciation?
Did you belong to a prince?
Did steam rise from your spout as tea brewed?
Or did intoxicating liquor from your lips pour?
The shawl of rust and cobwebs wrapped around your shoulders
Give me a clue as to your age.
But you keep your secrets hidden
Deep within your bowels.
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