and watched the river
and the evening light on the river
and my 8x10 Toyo view camera
resting on the big Gitzo tripod
with its single eye open
then spotted a green bottle
at the edge of the water
half buried in bottom mud
neck cracked off and
just below read the raised letters:
Clarke and White
most certainly handblown
tiny ancient air bubbles
breathed long ago by the creator:
now white stars in a green firmament.
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