Poem #88 of 365

Nathan, your art work is gone,
the little dog, the bonneted
dog in the doorway.

Nathan, your keyhole is
gone, the lock is gone too,
and so is the door and the
wall of the door.

Nathan, your gallery's gone,
and the bulldozer laughs
in the yard. The rubble around
shows the trouble it took
to destroy what you worked hard
to create.

But the fence is still there,
and your crayons aren't broke
and the glue and the printer
all live, so no doubt in my mind
you'll a new gallery find, and the
people can laugh while they drive.

(for NK, whose guerrilla art posters were taken down with the old building at 7th & Henderson. bah-developers!)

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