It sits on my desk as paper weight,
Center of attention, conversation piece.
It is something to hold, a great
Birthday gift, a Christmas surprise.

How did they do it? Take puffball and mate
It to molten plastic and not dislodge so
Much as a hair? A sneeze, a breeze would take
Dandelion and send it reeling into a snow

Of spidery splinters, atoms of gauze.
Not now when it is fixed, frozen. Nature has
Been confined in a glassy case. It glows
Perhaps when we touch it, turn it, feel it as

We look for something more in this artless art
That sits there keeping us together—apart.

woodcut from 'Thin Hymns' by R. Lee- Richard Lee

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