Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Age Song
If art were explained better,
it would be liked more.
Wind travels to the clotheslines
to breed.
A midlife crisis convertible
performs donuts in the parking garage.
The peeled rubber turns red,
then falls toward the ceiling.
A metal detector beeps
as the rake scrapes sidewalk.
The gardener’s artist’s statement
was self-serving, at best.
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