STILL LIFE
A stray shallot
rotted down
to its own papery
peels,
something culled
from Caravaggio:
Boy with a Basket
of Fruit.
One flat rock.
Surgical staples.
Our last surviving
wine glass, crusted
with Black Box
cabernet sauvignon.
One potted tiger lily.
The extra seeds
from our spring garden:
green beans
serrano peppers
cucumbers and cilantro.
The missing pieces
for the board games
Diplomacy and Risk.
1 comment:
The natural object is always the adequate symbol.
But this matter-of-factness strikes me as not-at-all Poundian and less Williams (although there's a touch of Spring and All) and more like Reznikoff or Rakosi.
This is a nice voice for you. Is a Caravaggio-themed chapbook in the works? Anything to say about Judith and Holofernes?
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