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NEGATIVE SPACE IN NEW YORK CITY

NEGATIVE SPACE IN NEW YORK CITY

At the Guggenheim
they make a big deal
about the negative space
between the right arm
and the body
of Picasso’s “Woman Ironing”

Which makes sense to me
as a boy from the prairie

Since I have often been told
that there are many
beautiful buildings in this city

And yet have only seen
a few tops and sides

My gaze always glancing
off glass and stone

In its wild rush
to grasp and embrace
any small piece of sky

ON THE OTHER HAND

ON THE OTHER HAND

In Haifa
we visited a home
with original paintings by Chagall
(You know how he can always
make you feel like you can fly)
and a bomb shelter
under the stairs

Stopped at a wall by a bus stop
with one stone for each child
killed in the explosion

And looked down on the harbor
across the order and beauty
of the gardens of the Bahai

Looked out across the water
to Lebanon where the last
rockets flew

SLEEPING WITH YOURSELF

SLEEPING WITH YOURSELF

If you think you have no power
try sleeping with a Kennedy

You may find some, but most likely
they will end up with more

If you want to touch vulnerable
try sleeping with a Marilyn

You may find some, but most likely
you will just pile more dirt on her grave

If you can’t find your inner poet
or the painter unafraid to use red

You can always find one willing
to help you find it in their bed

And there may be value in this trail
however tangled dark and faint

For you can sometimes find out where
something is just by finding where it ain’t

BARBARIANS 2003 AD

BARBARIANS 2003 AD

“We thought of ourselves as people of culture.
How long will it be till others see us that way again? “
Iraqi friend of poet Naomi Nye

The collected works of Hafiz
still outsell the Koran in Iran

Today in Baghdad bombs and fear
scattered lovers of Rumi and Kabir

Museum of modern man’s cradle
lost eighty centuries in a day

Book starved minds, educated thumbs
video game cowboys blew it all away

We thought ourselves people of culture
how long before we can look
at ourselves that way again