On the surface of the thin cellophane star
She reflects the universe
glistening in her hand
she crinkles it within her crayon smooth fingers
then unwrinkles the past into the moment.
Who is still enough to hear
the sound of the desert air
pass through her house?
A playful tempest making musical suds
from the floor boards to the rafters.
This day's naked sky castrates
the ennui of a thousand spent days
but offers no deeper meaning
to what is ordinarily seen.
This archival color inkjet image is printed on museum-quality canvas or fine art paper. Each print is signed by the artist and dated. Prices are available upon request for other sizes.