an on-going series of poems inspired by the great Belgian painter
Wednesday, February 08, 2017
#344 Memory (2)
The apple has
rolled down the
bas-relief & left a
stain. Or maybe the
sculpture has wept
tears of blood &
dried them with
the apple. I can't
recall what really
happened. Perhaps
a sip of water might
refresh my memory.
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