Transient, 12X22, watercolor, Gary Buhler
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With a single blow, taken down
though this wooden frame
was once above the treeline
where nothing struggles or drains
or keeps the air from thinning out
as snow filled with empty spaces
-it’s your usual photograph
clears your fists the way a boxer
is walked to the nearest corner
in time for your forehead to dry
put to your mouth a likeness
yell at the wood, at the glass, the jaw.
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Simon Perchik