Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Christina's World
After Andrew Wyeth
On a hill on the horizon
the large clapboard house—
pale mustard-colored, muted, ghostly.
The prairie grass
leans wave-like to the right,
bleached no doubt by an Indian sun.
Panning to the left
her august figure rules the landscape.
Mysteriously in repose,
she dreams, but of what:
the ecstasy of walking,
the gift of her two useless legs?
Monday, February 23, 2009
Sequence
sitting on a park bench
pigeons at their feet
Where lovers meet
kernels of corn for sale
at the pigeon park
Lovers embrace:
the pigeons overhead
take no notice
Fall in the park
leaves settle on empty benches
and two lovers
December chill
only one occupied bench
even as it snows
Cold in the park
the pigeons have all gone
so too the lovers
To Inspiration
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