The tropical greens, enveloping
leaves, Frieda in frieze,
rose hips and ripe Madonnas.
The paint that curves over loneliness
and selfish needs. The disasters
in America, colliding dishes,
collateral of voices,
a meeting in tomorrow.
Slight of hand, touch
of headache, sugar packet,
heads turned. Promises of snow.
She carved a space with silver spoon,
Prisoner of time. Small bar,
lectures of Hemingway and
posters of pistols and wine.
The selfish needs. The fall to knees.
The whispered prayer, the wedding ring.
The friends painted on the walls.
Eternal blue, birds in wing,
frozen moments, severed seconds.


c Paige Lehmann, San Francisco 2007

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