The Slaves and The Prisoners and The Book of Orphans.
When I was a child the HS Art Show. One was
the contours of a person beneath a sheet.
A soft sculptured Moose head on the wall.
And a soft Baby Grand of Beethoven’s on the floor
without legs. An airbrush of an ostrich with its head rising
over the edge of the frame and the portrait
of an old man’s face so close you could
feel the wrinkles. One side of his face and his chrome lense
overlooking the art show. Barabas how are you today, sir?
A book by Sarte that I don’t recall reading.
A little of Siddhartha and the Bible and one of the
girls argued for a point on the test
saying she deserved the credit for her response of
the Sihara as an Arab Desert instead of Arid Desert.
A red cardinal on a solitary gray bark of a tree.
September 