Timothy G reen Sculptures imagine dusk a streetcar your empty window sheets of rain coating glass your hand riddled with age peels back as in the city the thick skin of an orange below your past is slipping past in the scores of headlights unnoticed you move to shut the blinds but don't there was truth once you tell yourself there was the mold and then ash settling in the kiln you saw her face once in marble in granite her face chiseled on the face of some mountain somewhere you'd never in a clay bowl you poured by hand been in a catch-try for the orange peels for the and you try to collection of acid and rind piece things back together one by one try to stop time and speak backward in tongues to bind the vinyl coat with wax you close your eyes and imagine decay dissolving fruit falling up to the branch and striking with enough force to fuse stem and wood but things don't move that way here gravity pulling from the center three dimensions collapsing in two like a as your only love slips by photograph unnoticed among the passing headlights her face glinting in the rain like polished on a streetcar at stone a stranger dusk
Summer - Fall 2006
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