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By Michael Zack
Note how the use of the color blue
renders all his love suspect.
See how her eyes are pleading
for greater mercy from that angel on the right
that we cannot see.
Please observe how her opulent hair rests
like their conflict just resolved
and that her hands are sad
with the task of forgiving.
Neither can remember where tulips lie buried.
I don't see the moon in this daytime sky
which is how I know these two will not rest.
And as for that river to the left,
it surely is a journey I would want to know.
The irony of how we will pat strange dogs
whose tails are wagging yet don't hug friends
whose smiles beseech can be seen
in the treatment of color and hue.
But perhaps most intriguing
is the tilt of this print's hang,
and that it has always hung askew
even when I right it,
like it is searching out it's own lilt,
as if these are different stars
to another gravity.
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Document last modified on: 02/17/2003