Sunday, October 8, 2017


man waking from dream in unmade yellow and blue bed

something about Chana Bloch still alive and smiling

where thought is whenever “nothing itself,” “lived”

whatever, wanted to paint after, and in its way all

how can the span of the years and all that occurred

in them begin to be told as a story of a life lived

blue whiteness of sky above shadowed plane of ridge

line of pelicans flapping to the right toward point

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