I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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16 September 2011

Invisible to the Naked Eye or, Coulda Fooled Me

‘If you don’t mind me asking, 
what is that?‘ — pointing 
to three rectangles 
of crudely woven straw
dark brown, looking dirty, 
attached to the exit wall
of the Medical Centre.

Our doctor, with 
a lift of his eyebrow:
‘That? That’s 
art, Andrew.’

30 Poems in 30 Days: 13, a poem with dialogue in it.

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