I’m taking an abstract drawing class. Yes, I assumed I could never draw, but I like this. Abstract Expressionism is the middle of my taste–not to mention the art of the city I was born in. It’s quite difficult–my brain fries and I have to leave early. But it is adding to my appreciation.
I do doodle in words, too, during class.

some marks

of spring wind

once, I could hardly
sign my name

only read
the notation
of sandpipers’ tracks
in sand

my job
was to run
to keep running
to pretend
I didn’t remember

my mother said
if I knew
who I was
you’d be the last person
I’d tell

what was left
in the wake
not just contrail but us

am I smiling
leaning forward
sipping something bitter
at the round table
of the small cafe

was I redeemed?
and by what
if not

you’ve heard
about this country
but I can tell
from your face
you have not visited.

And in the neighborhood–OPENING THIS FRIDAY
Opening Reception 5-7pm
Dan Christensen

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About Miriam Sagan

I'm blogging about poetry, land art, haiku, women artists, road trips, and Baba Yaga at Miriam's Well (https://miriamswell.wordpress.com). The well is ALWAYS looking to publish poetry on our themes, sudden fiction, and guest bloggers and musers.

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