#1059 - sitting

 

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1059

3.333

sitting

gallerina piece / gallerist for the mill

 

on the seventh day of the exhibition

begin pacing

resume pictures finished long since

make these anxious marks on the wall

 

ink and scratch

know it is you have built

cages of the mirror light

 

one yellows into things

 

an empty hour after conversation

 

still you lie in wait

 

the gallery is my hide

they go by

the ear-bud crew and/or chatty

odd types too

I can pick them off from here

 

inside the honoured, to be rehoused

(once they have passed through the hands of the authorities)

and there are yet the great unsold

 

breezes beyond may blow the town down

it’s all just pretend

 

day slows

 

and I know

for all the great art and artists now at play

there aren’t the walls in all the world

ever to hang them

 

we’ll fond the heart with absence

so

there’s no one to blame but

 

they’ll wonder where I’m gone

need only look into the picture

 

a poem like this presents the page

with nowhere else to go