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| THE ARTIST | ||
| She lies buried. | ||
| A song of light wakes her. | ||
| She pushes her face up | ||
| through the soil. | ||
| Ants slide from her cheeks. | ||
| The bracken pulls her hair. | ||
| She stands. | ||
| Aware of All. | ||
| The speed of the cloud. | ||
| She throws rocks, | ||
| the size of her fist. | ||
| Each bursts into color...azo | ||
| .....................................indo | ||
| .....................................phthalo | ||
| .....................................rose. | ||
| She gathers sticks, | ||
| tosses them high into the air. | ||
| She watches the ground, | ||
| where they land as...teacups | ||
| .................................umbrellas | ||
| .................................clothespins | ||
| .................................clocks. | ||
| She fills the teacups with whispers, | ||
| catches thought in up-side-down umbrellas. | ||
| She fastens dreams to Time with clothespins. | ||
back to exhibiting artists | ||
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