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a potter
lived down the road
in the woods
forty years
spinning bowls
growing old
with the forest
heart attack
some time back
a rickety run
every day
after that
our neighbor
our friend
the potter
died in the winter
in that little house
in the forest
they clear
cut this week.
Here is the house
left standing alone
and here the last tree
like the steeple
that calls us to prayer
and where are the doors
we need to go through
what will become of the people?
Hannah Thomassen lives in the Cascade foothills of Oregon where she works as a self-employed poet and lives with a husband, a dog, three chickens and two donkeys. Her work has appeared in a few places here and there.