Thursday, July 17, 2014

Poem: beloved

Vincent saw each one of us

not as a bent tree

leaves aslant

on a high peak

or crumpled in a thin basement

stripped of resource

urged a rent party

for a desolate artist

eating greens with friends

slept on a cot

near a young man



doing the job of life

making the

here and

not yet

belov ed community

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