Some Dust

I bought a Chinese saké cup
in San Francisco.
The man said it was
a hundred years old.
It was not costly.
I liked it.
A small flower at the bottom
with some dust settled there.

When I got home I found
the dust was not dust but
an imperfection in the glaze that would
not come off.

We have to get over it in our minds!

For Jim Hartz