LAST WORDS
What were our last words?
Did we talk about something
Other than ourselves,
About how Uccello's dragon
Looked like a child's toy,
Or how girls on swings in Fragonard
Always wore dresses spotted with pink roses.
I remember now, we talked about
The Madonna at St. Elia, Italy.
How the plaster had fallen,
Leaving her lips blank.
Yes, we talked about how time
Brings blank lips.
Duane Locke
Posted over on Alien Flower
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