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The Van Gogh

Michael S. Morris

She was attractive —
sex yet clung to her
like her grandchild

It was a big house
with gates and a drive
that curved past grand elms

Inside, the expanse
of home seemed to rise
and swallow her footsteps

The kitchen was full
of light shining on arrays
of greens, fruits and flowers

She would take me
across the grounds
naming the ages of trees

her battles with moles
and dedication to keeping
this home as a history

She was lonely
Her husband was in Vegas
running his cable show

He was a scream
she allowed, amused
and proud at his nerve

She was down to earth —
giggling the tale of the
recent show of Chippendales

She blushed, anything with asses
Then in silence, the house
swallowed her laughter

My work for her through,
she said, before you leave
I know you’ve written on van Gogh
There’s something I wanted to show
you and parted two doors revealing
a double stairway, up which ascended

Matisse, Chagall, Doré,
and at the top of the hall
the Kandinsky - by the Hans Bol

She told of Picasso #37
lost for decades, hung
by the bathroom entrance

But there was more — Rembrandts
behind door after door-
until we stood before

the van Gogh; a piece
I immediately knew throwing
my face into the sowers shape

my eyes measuring all
dimension; vegetative,
humanistic, each stroke

I treasured after decades
studying this holy man
this misfit of unsurpassable means

Later, in a dream
I saw that empty house
and a lonely woman —

And a miracle hidden
in an echoing mansion
by no eyes ever seen



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