Marcia Arrieta

the story begins

in a cave, where past present future merge

the nighthawks & starlings are alert

in the sky a pathway appears or maybe it is a wave

or series of waves disguised as clouds

the field is infinity

as the abstract fish evade the gallery

( oh you who row the boat over & over again,

the lake is deep )

 

 

 

& in the dream

 

there are fire trucks everywhere—

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Don Quixote & Sancho Panza converse

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the liquid amber tree creates a forest of its children

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Joan of Arc envisions lions

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a book floats down from the top of the mountain

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I water the roses

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I plant sunflowers in the desert

 

hybrid abstract

sculpture
perception
or maybe
reality
sandpapered

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texture
the land
with rain
the mind
with rose
petals
& yellow
paint

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salvaged
we
are

our
nerves
like
doors

into
arabesques

or
trailers
in
the
desert