As we climb naked
Shivering in blustery wind
Vowed promises missing rungs
Snow birds announcing thaw
As our flowering trees
Have forgotten to blossom
Himalayan myths misty teardrops
Deep glacial fissure scars
Two pairs of pants, two shirts, one skirt
and a blanket. A 2 year old son lifted
onto her shoulder, a 3 month old son
tied to her hip, her husband murdered,
she flees to Thailand from Cambodia.
Storms swept me from paradise
My stagnant lily pond
I was told that good Queen Cape
Lived in a pond beyond
You wear red shoes to the Picasso exhibition.
I keep reminding myself, Look at the art...
Picasso never smiles in photographs
(appropriate for somebody so famous, so dead)
so many photographs -Dora's photographs-
this is her exhibition too.