Painting by Francisco Goya
Short Love Sonnets
2.
The peacock’s pirouette cry
cracked the cardboard fog.
Dry ice tossed in gin became Nagasaki.
She noisily broke the limb
of a metal bonsai tree.
She painted red, a green, budding lily leaf.
She swore she had faith in a tuning fork.
Her indirections shredded paper
from secret diary.
He eyes, a bruised blue, contact lens,
copied from Picasso .
She said her ex-husband was shot
By a lantern-lit rifleman
in a Goya painting while
On their honeymoon in the Prado.
Duane Locke
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