Today's poem is by L. S. Klatt
Andrew Wyeth, Painter, Dies at 91
A weathered barn on a hilltop; a nude woman
sprawled on the slope
below.A giant squid rises out of a hayfield, & the barn
is compassed in tentacles
then a cloud of ink.A man with a fountain pen in his hand
& a pitchfork
in his backwalks the cow-path around the barn
& tells the beauty
on the hillto step to it. It's as if her freckled skin
is newly charcoaled
& the haylofta smokescreen. The cows can't be heard for certain
within the inkblot
but deercreep to the edge of the field on
delicate feet.
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Copyright © 2011 L. S. Klatt All rights reserved
from Cloud of Ink
University of Iowa Press
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