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Stolen Rembrandt to be shown at Getty
Between worlds criss-crossing shoe-lacing changing planes
what is thy name?
Between worlds I have none but snow, sleet & sun
stars imploding
A painting with a lively criminal past has been found, a Rembrandts turned up
as one turns soil in spring.
That way I took fistfuls of clutter, pulled them up like weds, tossed them
to the dogs, the hogs
of fortune and time
Fortune my foe what other one?
Fate is simply what happens.
Stolen at gunpoint, sold at auction to a collector
longtime owners heirs of my body were gathered like mourners on the prairies,
struck, pistol-wakened, a winters threshold, pardisal terror afflicted them: twice aware.
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words: Lynn Strongin, Canada (webpage)
image: R.C. Miller, NY (flickr) |