Monday, October 4, 2010

Birth of a Face

Wetness dripping down

firm smooth gray

making running lines

in clay

draped over

a mask.

Cold hard, plastic face-form

Hidden beneath

A rolled slab of earth

Where hands above

Move over it’s softness,

Drops of water create

Slip

that slips

beneath fingers stretching across

the plane

face

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