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 *Change* 3 7/8" H X 2 1/4" W Cast Bronze Ready Or Not, Change Will Take All You’ve Got, Erase The Face Of What You Are Or Were, From Pup To Cur. Hold On, And Watch It Pass, All Memory Will Crack Like Glass And Leave You On Life’s Other Side, With Nothing Left To Hide.
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Today, Time Stretches Away And Disappears Into Impossible Spheres. Scholars Insist Time Is Unreal, And Yet Their Calculations Rule The Nation And Steal The Notion That Time Is A Vast Ocean, Rolling On Long After We Are Gone.  *Dinner For One* Josef Albers My Friend And Her Friend Have Come, It Seems, To The End Of Shared Dreams, Which Were Not, After All, Despite The Thrall Of Affection, Not Going In The Same Direction. Now They Shall Part Ways, And In The Coming Days, Relearn What They Had Always Known, How To Be Alone.  *Duy Huynh* All The Words That Go Unsaid Can Grow A Garden In Your Head, To Form A Poem Or A Lofty Tome, Make A Picture, Loosen Every Stricture, Or, Lacking This Vital Toil, Spoil And Rot Into A Bitter Knot. Speak, Speak, Is The Game, To Give The Least Of Things A Name.  Between
Freight Train Clouds On The Track, Over The Mountain Crest And Back, Fast As They Can Flow, Headed North To Make Snow. I’m Glad To See Them Go, I have In Mind A Show Of Spring And Flowering Everything.  *SPRING* Saul Steinberg Equinox
Under The Darkened Disc Of The Moon, Spring Spirits Frolic And Cavort, Awake In Their Sport. Leave Your Bed To See Them Play, To Hear The Songs They Give Away, And Find Where Scattered Promises Lay, Cast Forgotten In New Grass. Catch Their Dreams As They Pass, Cloaked In Green’s First Gold, And Find A Wish In An Upturned Dish. Then Sleep, Magic Beneath Your Pillow, In A Wand Of Willow.  *Hatstand* Steel, Brass And Aluminum * 5" Diameter Base * Adjustable Height Renewed
Here Is A Hatstand, Fashioned By Hand. It Pleases Me To See What I can Do With Stuff Lying Around, Scrape It Clean Of Paint And The Taint Of Ordinary Use, And Bring A Pretty Thing Into View, Which Is What I like To Do.  Bloomed
I dislike Any Day Throwing Roses Away, Even When They Are Dead, And The Stem Bends Below The Head, As Though They Grieve To See Fleeting Beauty Leave And Renown Become Forlorn And Brown. I am Consoled When They Go, Knowing More Lovely Roses Will Grow.  *Santa Fe 2* 16" H X 20" W Oil On Linen Overview
City Jumble And Tumble, Flowering Trees Shelter The Humble, The Proud, And The Endless Tourist Crowd, Come Arm In Arm To Find The Charm Of Thin Air And Hearty Sun, Hoping To Become One With The Sky, And Pass The Present Time By.  *Nude 1* Oil On Paper Prospect
A Figure In The Mountain Emerges In Surges Of Shadow And Light, Reclining In The Sun, Old As The Stone That Forms Her Rising Alone, One With The Land, The Passage North In A Chiseled Hand. |
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August 2024
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