Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Masks



Masks

Masks are waterwheels facing one another, revolving.

She spins at the speed of sound, a blur.

He turns slowly error by error, evolving.

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2 comments:

Thorndike Pickledish said...

Nice poem and truly lovely art --very cool presentation !

August 20, 2009 at 3:20 PM
wattee said...

well done! reminds me of the 'corn-field' sculptures -

August 23, 2009 at 3:54 AM

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