Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Ode to Waterhouse's "Windflowers"

(I'm not even sure this is technically an ode.)

The artist's model denies my embrace
Dying a century before me

Barren strip mall parking lots
Shroud zephyred grass that once licked her naked feet

Beauty departed leaves me infinitely sad
There is never resurrection

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