Monday, July 15, 2013

Sugar and Stone

An umbrella left
on a dissecting table
  disconcerts.

Rainfall on Paris,
large drops sweet to gypsies
an artist carelessly passes.

He loosens his tie
 under a canopy
  of newsprint.

Daydreams of Velázquez
crying over a broken globe,
and loses himself.

    Rain makes stones 
under that ghastly tower
      precious gems.

He stops and muses to himself,

"A corpse is not so shocking."



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