Making the Pipe

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Making the Pipe


To be hollowed enough 

to cradle the flame, 


to be a grain 

that won’t split 


under the steady

press of a spoon bit 


scooping out 

the burled core,


to waft into the weft

as nothing more


than amoretto and a hint

of whiskey cavendish

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