Charles Chaim Wax

I Locked The Cable Release

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
Glass thick
most certainly handblown
contained
tiny ancient air bubbles
breathed long ago by the creator:
now white stars in a green firmament.
Everything eventually
something else.

Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 30, 2005

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  • Wayne Guy Butterfield (12/10/2005 1:53:00 AM)

    Such wonderful irony and contrast here between the river and fancy camera image, where something special was sought, and the mud and cracked bottle that actually, and most unexpectedly, offered up a whole wondrous universe in miniature, beautifully described.

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