Sunday, March 6, 2011

Shirley's Soliloquies

March 4

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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