As a poet
She knew what Van Gogh
Must have felt
All those years
Creating images in
Splashing color
Blood and dreams mixed in oil
(That)
The rest of the world
Out of misplaced time, deemed
Worthless.
(Previously published in The Underbeat Journal, No.2, July 2003)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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