Potted yard-gnome in a clump of dry grass
girl at a window of unwashed glass
and the shopkeeper turns it over and says
look at the back here is the artist’s signature
but I see bird tracks and arthritic hands
the colored paths of an old butter knife
and the child at the window is an old woman now
so beautiful down from the shelf
and the shopkeeper smiles when I say
do you really want money for this it’s priceless
July 28, 2019
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Categories: New Poems & Pieces
Tags: Art, Diaries, Journals, Poems, Poetry, Potted Yard-Gnomes, Walking