on visiting with a guy
known for his fondness of simplicity,
his uncanny ability to fade out
whenever some claustrophobic moment sours,
his striking wry appearances reflected in the
molten broadcast before him...
and this spirit guide painter of mind travels
owned an igloo on a mountain
in south Flatbush, I think he mentioned,
and so his story went on:
when served plate of pens in writing class,
his thoughts with actions
were then handed over to the next individual
(thus vindicating me),
presenting the apprentice a bowl of rice and vegetables,
which he then rearranged into the image of a canvas...
St. Louis
1972