Blindfolded Landscape Painting
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Looks good like proper red suns knifed from paper skies,
compendious, bland like the paper. Its been printing on
these days. You ought to find some arrière issuances,
defeased coupons or like bodies, soft.
I sit down to sketch that other thing
that sun became today, when the cameras turned
towards it, too late. It tentered itself on radio towers
to the south, swinging low as it happens
half the time. We can pin it down by 4:50.
Trips aren't as difficult anymore, and my legs
are reground, so to speak. I can walk.
