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Stand Tall
City buildings, I take a cue from you and stand tall.
My thoughts as I photograph a wall
I am struck by the teal color of the wall and the texture of galvanized steel. I am moved by the glint on the screw and remember learning it was called a “philip’s head”. Thinking about my husband Philip, I wonder how his flight was to San Francisco. Recalling the seafood we ate in California on our last trip, I contemplate what to make for dinner. While deciding to drive to the market for shrimp and walking away from the wall, I notice an older woman staring at me quizically.
Panes
Old, wise panes,
what do you choose to reflect
and what do you choose to absorb
into your darkness?
Arrival
At what point do we know that we’ve arrived?
Lines
It’s often that I want to do the exact
opposite of what is required of me.
Blue Doors
Why are you locked?
Are you hiding treasure, secret riddles, obscure relics?
Perhaps a golden chalice, or a vintage vette,
or an old grandfather’s woodworking tools…
Carnival Lights
How can something so seemingly mundane reflect
innocent excitement and seem sinister at the same time?
Comfort
When I painted in art school, I got paint in my hair,
on my face and on my clothing. All these years later
placing my markers and brush on the counter,
I look down at my stained hands. Some things don’t
really change, and I take comfort in that.
Glance
A hardened woman,
so beautiful and perfect—
wears an empty,
alabaster glance.
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