09-26-2016, 08:49 PM
#4
Outgrown
Here's me at '32 -- notice
the sky's so white, it seems to bleed
neatly into the finished image
of me. What made me such a worthy
doll to be carried, prize to be
collected then, that I have lost?
How many folks no longer come
to take my picture now, even though
I still glow like my mother was
a god? My guess: they only cared
when I was bound to that old shadow,
that grummy California Okie
whose dustbowl world I left behind
when that potential for desire
smoldering then in my gray eyes
became a fire -- as if contrast,
clair-obscur, has that same all-
consuming power to inspire....
Outgrown
Here's me at '32 -- notice
the sky's so white, it seems to bleed
neatly into the finished image
of me. What made me such a worthy
doll to be carried, prize to be
collected then, that I have lost?
How many folks no longer come
to take my picture now, even though
I still glow like my mother was
a god? My guess: they only cared
when I was bound to that old shadow,
that grummy California Okie
whose dustbowl world I left behind
when that potential for desire
smoldering then in my gray eyes
became a fire -- as if contrast,
clair-obscur, has that same all-
consuming power to inspire....