![IMG_20190226_130446465_HDR.jpg](https://files.steempeak.com/file/steempeak/owasco/MiP1frSF-IMG_20190226_130446465_HDR.jpg) **Witness** You are still a vessel of memories for me you know. This is what I miss the most: filling your pot as mine and dipping in now and then to taste a morsel I've placed you crudely among others of your ilk, my witnesses, another abandoned craft in the back field home to spiders and rabbits and an occasional snake. I pass you daily with my dogs, master myself now, and wonder if you are still water worthy or well And I wonder too if your knife was sharp when you carved a place to put me *** I've always liked this one of mine from back in the day. Thank you for reading it. *** The image is mine, of a bouquet my daughters gave me one opening night. After it had faded and dried and was making a mess on my kitchen table, I decorated my compost pile with it.