I liken her to a statue fair,
Sprouting surreal from some dingy sculptor's lair.
Sprouting surreal from some dingy sculptor's lair.
I adore the deliberate lines of her form and the strong beauty of her face
Set midst the haphazard rags, dust, and grayness of this place.
Set midst the haphazard rags, dust, and grayness of this place.
How fortunate for me that she deign tarry in this course studio
'Ere she ascend to opulent spaces where such as I never go.
'Ere she ascend to opulent spaces where such as I never go.
-- June 9, 1991 copyright © 1991, 2005
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