“Write a poem,” she says to me,
and shows me not the picture
How the hell am I supposed to do that
I don’t know, I guess I’ll nix her
request to poetically describe
her fine piece of photowork…
I’ll make it up in mind’s eye view
and babble like a brook…

The artist, she is lying here
on top of hard concrete
Lie she does, on the ground,
in the middle of the street
Why she does this I don’t know–
I assume it’s for effect
Depth of field and clarity
The picture–I won’t dissect
The sun is out, shining down
on the length of her frame
what the heck is she doing on the ground
this poem’s getting lame
so let me say, one more time
in case you misunderstood
She didn’t show me the damn photo
So what was I supposed to do?

-Sean MC