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To an Indian Standing by a Telegraph Post

Was it in a Kansas City gallery
or an American art magazine?

Anyway, there he was in a baroque
frame, standing in the white solitude,

leaning into a single telegraph post
taking soundings.

And what could be deciphered,
what discerned through the staccato

hummings from the stretched wires
above and ahead and behind?

The voice of the unyielding?
The machinators merely announcing

the inevitable?

I like when art can move like this, when you’re transported
into it wondering and seeing beyond the image. I love your
take on this Jimmy … I went to the image and it was interesting
but your poem draws it out even more, makes me wonder to.

I like this piece very much.