Poets and Painters Reading at
The Artists' Gallery in Columbia.
Great Night! Big crowd!
I felt like a celebrity
dazzling with words and a voice:
Not Your Mother’s Clothesline
-after a photograph by John Stier
Don’t give me laundry, give me Costa Rica,
where art billows and bleeds on the line;
Matisse hues riot in the open air.
Brilliant blues, a taste of lime,
an indiscretion of red—
I lose myself in a silken maze.
Butterflies, toucans, erotic petals
sizzle in heat. I succumb to color,
become part of the prism.
Wrap me in a sea-scented scarf. Drench
my senses. No ordinary tourist,
accessories replenish me.
Ban beige, I cry out, as rainbow
fabrics blaze in the tropical sun.
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