Sea
Story
(Excerpt)
Dawn grows brighter
and I see that we are not a painting, / but a book broken open down
its spine
to a beloved passage, two pages / that, if read from left to right tell
a story of finding lighthouses /
sometimes silent and unlit on the point. Though we / are not perfect:
our male and female forms curve differently, / our skin is freckled
or not, our lives up to this point colored / with different characters,
we match.
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“Sea Story”
Wood, Acrylic, Hardware, Ink
approx 10” x 16”, 2005