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Matisse

 

The pleasure of cement

flat, newly cut and wet:

relief from stripes

and flowers

 

The pleasure of an open lawbook

painted, not read

a pale thin silk divider

a binding thick as crust

 

Now pears sink

now light catches onions

now night thins to powder,

sours streets

 

through summer curtains, a bright beach

and far away the steady scrawl of cars

and freedom passes incognito

 

freedom incognito

the pleasure of cement

 

                

 

Matisse by  Anne Frydman