Incident in a framing store

It was a painting
of a Glengarry cow.
The artist, who may be here tonight,
had rendered it from the side
with her own unique vision
the way Van Gogh did.
Price: $320, sturdily framed.

Into the store
which has long since vanished
came, breathless,
a young woman.
“I got your call.”

“Yes,” said the proprietor.
And pointed dramatically
to the latest
framed pencil-signed
every-blade-of-grass
hyper-photographic
limited edition reproduction
of a foraging racoon

“Number 3407 of 4500–
a good number:
only eight-fifty,
beautifully framed.”

“I’ll take one,”
said the breathless woman
and forked over $850
plus tax.

The cow’s udders
hung, massive,
reproaching the farmer
who was elsewhere occupied.

The voice of the poet

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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