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Disturbed Still Life

Saint Paul, 20 April 2011
 
Did you mess
with my still life
painting?
the one
so thoughtfully
positioned on
the pedestal warmed
by April light

Can I paint
a disturbed scene
by pattering
with a blending brush
or masking delicate
Ben Franklin spectacles
resting diagonally
on a pamphlet
bold face
letter-pressed 
with Common Sense?