Pottery Class

Pots

        Everywhere.

              Glaze on the table.

        People building animals.

Teapots strewn around the room.

        Teacher telling what to do.

               Clay on the floor.

        How it got there, who knows.

I'm just sitting here.

       In my assigned seat.

               Writing a poem.

       My Pottery class.

Pottery. Is. Amazing.

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