Things voyaging my
Mind.
A documentary,
Hannibal in the Alps.
Elephants, thirty seven,
With an army,
Prepared.
Elephant eyes say,
What human folly is this?
Their strength keeps their heads above,
The Rhone.
Their eyes say,
We are not made for war, performance.
They say,
Agape.
Their eyelashes,
Butterfly kisses.
With their young,
Hearts gentle, Sensibilities, mythic
Is the great human the hero?
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Degas’ Dancers in Green,
Not at the barre,
On the lighted
Full Moon,
Or,
In the autumn French Alps.
Plies, leaps through the
Crossing.
What of the Dancers in Pink, In Blue?
In the
Past?
Girl With a Pearl Earring.
The Unicorn Tapestries.
I have many
Questions.
What is it like to be
Painted?
To be
Woven in golden thread,
Left in a magnificent garden to
Rest?
What is this place where magical You
Found Respite?
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A beautiful brooch,
A vintage cameo
Intricate carved in delicate shell.
This lady I can hold in the palm of my
Hand. Not aged or worn,
With a tiny diamond around her neck.
What stories could she tell if I set her
Free?
Perhaps she wrote a novel –
Of suspense, with suspects,
Many?
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Out my front picture window I see
The Three Musketeers
Tied Up In Tinsel,
Right across the street. In front of
A Room With a View.
But my view is better,
I also see
The Mending Wall.
It’s extraordinary!
Good fences make good neighbors,
After all
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The Thin Man has traveled to my present! I
Saw him yesterday. He pulled up to
Bargain Mart in a black VW
Beetle.
1964, I think.
The steering wheel, a work of
Art.
I followed him in. I’m nosy
Like that.
He bought one six pack of Miller Lite.
(Not the best taste there, sorry, sir.)
And one package of Werther’s Originals, I
Guess for the
Road.
I wanted to ask, Where’s adorable Asta?
And to say, All this time, I thought Nora
Preferred
Martinis!
But, I did notice a paperback copy of The Golden
Bowl on the passenger seat…
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Rebellious Hazelnuts 