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| Miró's Femme et Oiseau dans la Nuit, 1947, |
Our first time in Europe
Miro was everywhere in Madrid.
Oh Ghost, do you remember?
The gallery, the museum, the
posters on the busses, how the
wild squiggles and balls commanded
walls around the city. How
we found the little restaurant
Rick Steves recommended,
before he was Ricksteves.com,
there beside the railroad bridge
that bore a Miro-like graffito.
How the tiny fried fish were
so delicious, bones and all.
And now you’re in the earth,
bones and all, but not this
presence. This unpredictable
presence. How like you it is.
How like this strange and beautiful
symbology of black, white, blue,
and red, the spiders and sperm,
the bodiless hands, and sweet
notes the memory of you
arising like a Miro unrolling
on an early, pre-intel laptop screen.
kakehuck (c) 2023
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