The blue rooster standing on my table
Has Jesus eyes that follow me around
A reject even at Goodwill
They let me have it for a dime
The kind of porcelain produced in thousands
Out of which only a few survive
But to have painted it blue
Spiky comb and rippling tail
Blue patches on a white ground
Makes me smile back
At the one who painted it
A young woman or an old man
Inspired by another blue sky
Dreaming of a dime a piece
And getting the eyes just right
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