Pardon After months of disease with everything shut down I long for a few hours in the Art Institute in Chicago, to be Cassatt’s child being washed or Kandinsky’s troika rushing up the wave of a field with all that wild blue in tow. I want to shelter in a box that Cornell has furnished with trinkets—simple relics-- then go stare into the glassy blue love of Chagall’s better city. Maybe I’ll pause for the rain in Paris, or rest in a yellow chair beneath a green window, even climb into the bed and nap under its red blanket. I’ll finish in Brittany where I started thirty-some years ago in reverence for La Touche’s candle flames making the white wimples glow as the faithful, who I no longer stand among, stand hushed and bowed as a priest forgives them while a pale horse, with help from the lavender evening, holds it all down, bearing a woman and a child on its back. Matthew Murrey Matthew Murrey: "My poems have appeared in journals such as Prairie Schooner, Poetry East, and Rattle. I am a NEA Fellowship recipient, and my debut poetry collection, Bulletproof, was published in February 2019 by Jacar Press. I am a high school librarian in Urbana, Illinois. My website is at https://www.matthewmurrey.net/"
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