Month: March 2016

Dining Room in the Country

There is no wall between the landscape Parallel lines split clean passed Pastel symmetry divided by stucco walls, Vivid but barren The colors do not blur, but blend against the brush Geometry stilted against memory A lasting gaze A woman leans against the pane, Outside looking in. More feral at heart than the cats That’ve claimed her chairs. A wild thing, that tree plucked clean by pulpy hands Flesh happy to have picked flesh Now resting on a clothed table Until dusk inherits the red Resting against shoulders We can cover with our thumbs How has it happened that a piece can be held in your hands, possessed, purchased, & owned But never really known? Advertisements