The Master said, “Sit, be still,
close your eyes, let things pass,”
and I tried. But Karen came,
“Quick, a sun, it’s rising”
The Master said, “Breathe, be still,
close your eyes, let things pass,”
and I tried. Then Debbie said,
“Look, there’s a red sparrow and
the butterfly is crimson and orange”
The Master said, “Sit, close your eyes,
let things pass.” But Pat appeared,
“Hurry, the sky, it’s black and
the stars are thousands”
The Master said, “Breathe, be still,
close your eyes, let things pass,”
and I tried. But Ursula said,
“Quick, it’s snowing on the moon”
The Master said a last time,
“Breathe, be still, close your eyes,
let things pass,” and I vowed I would,
but the Muse came, she spoke,
“There are wildflowers and I’m naked.”
"Good taste is the death of art." Truman Capote
Monday, June 25, 2007
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