Bowl Poem

Gray white swirled warm smooth outer cover 

shiny with function and a hole at the bottom 

in case a plant but for now apples 

to be be chopped open pink lady apples

sometimes avocados still a bit taut hard 

then nothing again except to wipe away

the residue of what sat there I don't have anything

in mind for the bowl I write about 

except to mention it is a twin and one of them 

often takes up the slack from the other bowl

Larry gave me the bowl and gave Natalie 

the same bowl and she put a succulent garden in hers 

and gave it to me I insisted but not successfully 

on giving her my empty one and now 

that the succulents have died I have the two bowls 

on the matching counter in the kitchen 

where everything is white and gray