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Horsewoman and Camels
She kept smiling at me
but looking about me too
as if I were the center of a framed collage:
There were camels in a row, cupcakes, night lamps, a pigeon, perfume bottles,
a bicycle, a drill, a four-post bed, one shoe, her bras hanging on the line, lots of shadow.
I wanted to know what was making her so happy.
I asked and she shouted back at me from across the river. I couldn’t hear a sound
but I saw her mouth—You.
I woke up in the dark light,
the wheels of things spinning wet sparks, horsewoman and camel, sweet mommy. How she left me upright.
Rusted Maille
archival pigment print 42” x 62” By Stephen Althouse