Framing Things Up
At the table
the long shadows
spill onto the wood —
papers piled up
on the corner chair
waiting to be recycled
or reused, cast shadows
of another kind.
Caught in the quiet
between commitments,
I sit and write a poem
of art appreciation.
I’m surrounded by
Ingwersen’s print of
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the colorful Keach of wildflowers, butterflies
and one hummingbird;
the black etching of a deer
at the water’s edge;
De La Ronde’s loon with the red eye,
Bruce Taylor’s original painting
of an orange Oriole
perched on a branch
(ready for a song?);
and Doris Weed’s painting of
three women with attitudes, titled:
The Dreamer, The Thinker,
& The Flirt.
Mary “Casey” Martin
© 2016