Public Art
- Aguilar Saucillo
- 11 sept
- 1 Min. de lectura
Actualizado: 3 oct
Mark J. Mitchell
The fired living statue, his silver pants
sagging, a torn jacket warms his stiff arm
when he passes you on Market Street. Calm
as cracked paint, he looks through silver eyes past
you, through the glass shelter, at a statue
being raised. Pewter colored, he sees her feet
above canvas that guards the modesty
of what may be a woman. One he knew.
You force your vision on him. Blue light shifts
to yellow. Spanish angles form shadows
from the Ferry Building, knife sharp. The slow
ex-statue crosses the plaza as they lift
the giant woman to frightening height.
It blocks the tower. This former still man
vanishes in her shadow. Foreign sands
summon him as bells sound, cracking light.
Mark J. Mitchell ha estado en el oficio de la poesía durante 50 años. Su colección más reciente es Something To Be. Una novela escrita por él, titulada A Book of Lost Songs, fue publicada recientemente por Histria Books. Gusta del baseball, Louis Aragon, Dante, y de su esposa, la activista Joan Juster. Actualmente reside en San Francisco.
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