With photographs

And magnetic tape

We capture

Pretty animals in cages

Pretty flowers in vases

Enraptured



And doesn't the tree

Write great poetry?

Doing itself so well



Do you blame monet?

His gardens in giverny

He captured

And lovely basho

His plunking ponds and toads

Enraptured



The fate of kurt cobain

Junk coursing through his veins

And young virginia woolf

Death came and hung her coat



Love of color, sound and words

Is it a blessing or a curse?

Enraptured