Playing Amidst the Stones

August 5, 2010
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Curving up
Up
And away
Rough as stone
Smooth as silk
I can feel them.
The statues, the beauty,
The everlasting soothing.
I move, they stay still, deadpan.
But Giacometti’s statues manage to wink, as only they can.





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