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Landscape With Finger (WIP)
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Picasso visited me in my dream last night
he'd waited all evening for me to sleep
giving him plenty of time
to look and poke around in my unconcious
he noted how the furniture was laid out
that an easy chair had been moved recently
and where the cobwebs were
he inspected the memories I had on my mantlepiece
and how connected
I know he was amused when he found
the razor blade slot in the medicine cabinet
full of my childhood's allowance
and I'm sure he tried the hallway closet
but it was locked.
Yes, he had more than ample time to prepare for my dreaming.
I entered via air
over an unknown European city
arrested from my mythic journey
pulled down by Pablo
to sit across from him
at a pre-war cafe
at a table filled with cups and newspapers
bottles of wine, cheeses, an astrolabe
he moved them aside to show me a map
of that very city, his hometown he said
and pointed to a house
I saw the people run away from his finger
then he looked at me and asked about you.
What could I say about you?
I hemmed and hawed to no avail.
Finally, I told him that
you would find your way here
to read my words.
And so you have.
