Remembrance

                      

                        I remember a few of Jerry's pots.

I remember the pale glaze on the one

    we gave to
Dick Foth.

 
I remember the one we sold to the owner of

     Country
Fair.

 
I remember the cross he made for Urbana Assembly

      in the
seventies.

 
But there are hundreds that I don't recall:

 
All the pots we sold that time in Decatur

       when we
didn't sit down all weekend.

 
That raku pot that Jamie bought—

        I
don't remember that one very well,

            though
I could visit it.

 
The two that the sculpture professor bought—

        I hope
they are still in the special places

            he
bought them for.

 

You remember all your creations, Papa

            And
you don't sell any of them.

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