Pigeon Feathers
Conversation spun with treads -
threads of art, poetry; love of nature,
wildlife and humanity . . .
Art pops out of the landscape
Eyes pull in abstracts - pigeon feathers
at my feet (old coffee, in my hand)
Foothills, foothills, foothills
Arts agenda -critique, who's who?. . .first,
second, third and ...honorable mention?
She said, We have art in
Loveland, Longmont and Boulder . . .
Art, for goddamned artsakes?
The numbers names that uncomp
compositions (does anyone commit?)
Docile docents volunteer
(do it for free - one paid employee...)
In open space, bold face this: my doubt
about Art - Where(in the name of God)
are artists compensated?
Structure, structure, structure...
sunless, moonless views - no energy,
no spirit, only this decomposing . . .
What is the date, of late?, I ask...
She raises a brow and says, September 11th.
Deborah Russell, © 2005
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