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The Good Jar

by Therese Quig

I am dry and clear
the bottom of a jar
in a window
full    of    light

Today    not container
nor contained
held and holder
of air    only
the smooth circle
within

My boundary   touch
clear truth all the way round
The good jar   lidless
with nothing-to-preserve
in-
sight


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