reflections on paintings by alex colville for the time being no one exists except the painted woman and me the seated man immaterial she analyzes me through binoculars-- a specimen wanting a shoreline floundering toward the density of compassion love in the underbrush ~~ why do the stallion’s nostrils flare as he gallops alone in the churchyard is he too spooked by the starkness of a white wall the approaching storm sign over door unmoved stone the mercilessness of the wire fence and the open gate ~~ in the marshes there will be ravens who know what to do and why the rest of us don’t understand ~~ why flesh droops from the constant weight of devotion why the sea lies so calm behind the woman who walks up the ramp toward us holds the handrails focuses on answers to unasked questions ~~ what the man wants why the gun Dorothy Sjöholm Dorothy Sjöholm is a poet and short story writer who lives in Barrie, Ontario. She is the author of one poetry chapbook and two full length works, including why the telephone stopped ringing, a novella in verse published by Piquant Press in 2019. All royalties from her works are donated to homeless shelters.
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