Do inanimate objects foresee their future?
Year after year it sat there, a classical beauty
patiently awaiting adoption. And year after
year the shop featuring that stoic teapot
lovingly crafted, skillfully painted, the
porcelain fired, its brass handle forged
completing its presence in the distant past
in a culture that venerates nature and fine
objects of utility kept it intact awaiting my
return to handle it then return it to its shelf.
Until this year fated differently, the teapot
not replaced to its shelf but accompanied
us the long miles to our home where it rests
now, triumphant in its final abode, with us.
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