Nov 28, 2020
1 min read
If I Were…
a poem
If I were a muse
I’d search for her in art galleries
Standing with stars in her eyes
And traces of scars on fingernails
Post a night-long color washing of silver frames
If I were a muse
I’d spot her in Painted Desert
Mirroring textures of sand dunes
With beads of sweat running down her curves
And a Mahl…
