Across-The-Street Ekphrastic

by Len Krisak (October 2013)

She stretches, one hand propping, on her lawn,

Giving new meaning to suburban sprawl.

And as she roots out what the wind has squirreled

Away, her splayed form, now a Dying Gaul

She turns my picture window to a frame,

Though weeds live on, and each day is the same,

And nothing that she does will ever pall.

 

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