Sunday, April 19, 2009

National Poetry Month: Day #19

For my love, who has spent an entire weekend doing yard work and household maintenance:


Like a Florentine painter,
brown from the Tuscan sun,
I work in the wet, fingers
racing pigment into plaster,
capturing character in color
and line, catching gestures
subtle as shadows at noon
in quickening marble ash.

This day's work
is finally

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