8x8, 1.5 deep, oil on panel, gilded wood floater frame
Grandmother in the Garden
by Louise Gluck
The grass below the willow
Of my daughter’s wash is curled
With earthworms, and the world Is measured into row on row
Of unspiced houses, painted to seem real.
The drugged Long Island summer sun drains
Pattern from those empty sleeves, beyond my grandson
Squealing in his pen. I have survived my life.
Dec 13 - Sunbathing
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