Still there….

The tall chimney tapers

High up in the air

Birds soar around its slender height.

Blustery and white

Clouds scud across the blue

A memorial to ancient potters

Who wheezed in its smoky shadow.

Coughed clay into spittoons

Made and created beauty

Paid little

Working hard

In their race to death.

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