From Clay to China
Clay
yearns for delight,
wanders along the railway,
no destiny in sight.
Countless miles,
till touched by a blue flame,
painting a shining white smile,
a joy of fame.
China
in the spotlight
of a ristorante, not a diner,
yet immersed in blight.
From the trapped invisible clay,
countless sighs.
Numbed by the puffed soufflé,
its yearning eventually dies.
