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Lori's Coat
Lori's coat was a silent vestige
gray off white worn yet new
especially when she tugged on the third button
but
as the wear and tear
of
old skin reading the younger faces
with delight and terror
Lori's coat was a storyteller
it
would deny mimetic eyes
with a prying mind
hidden and bemoaned
but
wondering
why
Lori smiled all the time
and
like her gray coat
she
stroked her hair
blooming
non
directional hair
clothing her crown
as
the coat clothes
those who admit
the
obvious
Nakedness.
Defining Art
Art
is the whisper in tomorrow's desire
a
clasp winnowed yet there
as
the tide
beneath a fallen man
dancing round gypsies
who
thrive for the knowledge
of
black diamonds
art
stands alone in a crowd
crying
for
the greatest need
something more useful than accolades
and
more destitute than fame
love is the moment
hands clap
for
the line of harmony
in
art's donation
and
for your admiration
I
whither away
but
not in shadow.
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