"Only painters and poets really see"

But if I can see
What do I see
And why is it hard
To explain:
The woman contained
In tarnished stones
The vultures in tiled baths
The cries of the gulls
The blare of the ambulance
The pink in the blue air
The alleys and dirt paths…
Random morning life.
The symmetry of Bosch
Visible within the
Quick beat of my heart
Violet pain
Violet oh
 

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