Basia Miller’s Poem based on the 1/4 Mile of Art at SFCC

Presence, a sonnet

The metal frame’s seen pain,
its loops of sinuous gut
gauze-bound in variegated red.
A brave topology of stripes

wraps wounded tibia and arm,
ties an apparent thorax
with what’s probably a pelvis.
Stretched wide across the wall,

anonymity permeates the form
til viewers let hands, face, throat,
reflect from foil panes in
body-windows octagonal and square.

It startles me to see this minute’s tears
shine in a work of art.

by Basia Miller

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