Daydreams about Documentaries and Books

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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