I spent a day with my mama at her gallery
by the Pacific |
where people laze about |
and stand amazed |
at the magnitude |
clarity |
and depth |
of [human] nature |
sometimes frightening |
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but always pristine |
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so as mama |
sat by her window |
and did her work |
i recorded: the evidence |
light |
whimsy |
love |
discovery |
. . . and clay jars? |
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tuvalu we browsed a bit after closing up shop |
230 forest ave and ended the day with a bite |
of chopped seafood salad & sugarcane tenderloin. |
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