……………………………………………………(w/Martin Puryear exhibit in mind)
We are all that we have
Dark shadows billowing past the
Stark architecture of bent wood
The otherness of others
Doesn’t bother us here
In our safe cocoon of One
Where we avert the glances
Of old Asian security guards
Warning us not to touch
This is where we examine the separation
Of nature from natural
Comparing the timber’s abstractions
Surrounded by fallen branches
Nothing may we touch here
But each other.
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