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Artist
The artist painted my street cold wet winter denuded the trees solemnly lining the curb along 90th to the Park I could have been somewhere on that street his replica peering down through casement window resting his wet brushes and palette on a small table while I walked the rainslicked sidewalk below our eyes could have met the spark of recognition uniting a moment lasting forever posing the great racking question renowned artist's eyes pierce the eggshell catch my hungry eyes affirm all will be well. Gerald Zipper |