With photographs and magnetic tape we Capture.
Pretty animals in cages, pretty flowers in vases, Enraptured.
And doesn’t the tree, write great poetry?
Doing itself so well.
Do you blame Monet? His gardens in giverny?
He captured.
And lovely basho, his plunking ponds and toads - Enraptured.
The fate of Kurt Cobain junk coursing through his veins,
and young Virginia Woolf, death came and hung her coat.
Love of color, sound and words. Is it a blessing or a curse?
Enraptured.