AT THE MUSEUM
At the museum, in front of
Picasso, Blue Period, I find
myself sorry for so many things.
All the failings and foibles of my
own. And I haven't even gotten
to Guernica yet.
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I fall down every day, and then
beseech myself to get up again
and make some amends. A cattle
drive of the heart to an open corral
of emotion; that's me.
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